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Genshin men or Honkai Star Rail men (whichever you prefer or tickles your fancy at the moment) with a darling that just likes to sit in their lap. Just a very cuddly darling that shows almost cat like affection (ie, darling will initiate affection when they want it, head buts as a form of affection? Just sort of nuzzling into the yandere when they feel like)
(Does this make sense? I just woke up)
Yandere HSR Men With An Affectionate Darling
Characters: Argenti, Aventurine, Blade, Boothill, Caelus, Dan Heng, Dr. Ratio, Gallagher, Gepard, Jiaoqiu, Jing Yuan, Luocha, Moze, Mr. Reca, Sampo, Sunday, Welt
I chose Honkai Star Rail. This is such a cute request<3 Donât worry anon, I understood what you meant:) I wrote this as soft yandere, but if you (or anyone else) wants me to write a more eerier version let me know! Iâm open for yandere hsr men requests with different scenarios (though Iâm most likely nit going to include as many characters as in this one).
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Warnings: fluff, soft yandere, obsession, possessiveness, delusional yandere, protectiveness
Word count: 1678
Argenti
Argenti thought your behaviour is absolutely adorable. He highly encouraged it and nuzzled his head onto the top of your head while whispering you praises.
His heart bustled with love and adoration as you sat yourself onto his lap for the fourth time that day. The Knight of Beauty is so very happy that you realise you are safest in his strong arms. With him you are safe from all the horrors of the universe. A poor little thing like you shouldnât see such ugliness.
Aventurine
After all the horrors and the abuse the blond Stoneheart has faced throughout his life, your affection is something he deeply cherish. When you first willingly sat yourself down on his lap, his gorgeous multicoloured eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat. After that he chases after your love and affection as if it were his lifeline (and it might very well be just that).
His hands tangled themselves in your hair as you rest your head against his shoulder. His breathing is uneven as he swears to himself he will keep you safe for eternity, no matter the cost. If he have to, he will burn down the entirety of the universe. Because there is no way in hell he will let someone as pure as you get hurt. His cheeks redden in uncharacteristically blush.
Blade
Blade had just come home from a particularly difficult and exhausting mission, when you greeted him with a kiss on the cheek and a warm hug. His black heart hammered against his chest at the unexpected gesture. He hesitantly returned your hug while his thoughts ran through all sorts of possibilities that your gesture was a trap. When he realised that was not the case, he relaxed into the hug.
Now, every time he comes back from a mission, he canât wait to feel your warmth again. He wonât initiate it, but itâs clear as day what he want. His feelings is deeper than what they were before and his possessiveness has gotten out of hand.
Boothill
Given his new identity as a Galaxy Ranger, Boothill had long given up the idea of such things as affection and loving touches. So when you first snuggled up to him almost like the barn cats he grew up with, he couldnât help but feel the sting of phantom tears (oh if only if that doctor hadnât removed his ability to cry). He brushed his emotions of with a cheeky comment and a chuckle at your shyness.
You being such an adorable little darling, he canât leave you unprotected now could he? His new life mission is keeping you safe and everyone who stands in his life will pay with their lives.
Caelus
The eccentric young man loved snuggling up with you. It was rarely you couldnât find him with you in his arms. Your affectionate behaviour only egged him further on. He was like glued to you. His amber eyes filled with hearts as he locked eyes with you.
One night as he held you in his strong arms, he decided he will keep you in his room from now on. You are much safer there after all and it isnât like you donât like him. So you sure wouldnât mind it.
Dan Heng
Dan Heng had never been familiar with hugs and other forms of affection. Sure, he had read about it, but it was a foreign concept. So one could say the first time you hugged him greatly shocked him. It took a few times before he relaxed against you. His entire being brimming with joy.
He wanted to drown himself in your lovely eyes and always feel your warmth. His already existing possessiveness tenfold as his need to keep you close by and where his eyes always could see you.
Dr. Ratio
The famous doctor was extremely fond of your affection, but he rather not show it. It would be improper, but still a geniuses slips up from time to time. He canât help the smiles that forms upon his lips whenever you snuggle up to him. You reminded him of a cat and he couldnât help but gently stroke his hand over your back.
In public he will seem as stern and stotic as he usually does, but inside he is consumed with love that ran deeper than any well. His throat closes up when your hand finds his. Ratio loves coming home to your waiting arms where all his worries and sorrows seem to disappear.
Gallagher
Gallagher was as affectionate as a dog and he loved your cuddles. He seems comfort in your warmth and his heart softened like pudding when you do the same with him.
Youâre safe within his arms. You are a fragile thing and Gallagher canât help the need to protect you from anything. Why would you want to be alone when you could be with him? Your cuddle sessions becomes a normal part of your everyday life, a change which Gallagher welcomes with open arms.
Gepard
The first time you wrapped your arms around the Captain in a living hug, he froze in place just like the ice in the outskirts of town. His face reddened, but happiness overflowed his eyes.
Every time he came home from work he sought out your warm embrace. His stress melted away as you held him in your arms. He was glad you were content with staying at home and far away from the dangerous outside.
Jiaoqiu
The fox was very cuddly himself and was more than happy to indulge in your cuddles. His soft tail was more often than not wrapped around your limbs in an effort to keep you as close to him as possible.
He greatly appreciated your affectionate nature and used it as a means to keep you close to him and away from all harm. At night when his nightmares appeared and his need to lock you away crept through his mind, his hold on you tightened in a firm grip. He will never let you go.
Jing Yuan
The snoozing general loved your cuddliness. He found it adorable and it made his love for you deepen (if that was even possible). His protective arms were always snugly wrapped around you. You were his everything and he was beyond grateful for your loving affection.
Jing Yuan adored your soft personality and he would be damned if he didnât use it to make you stay with him. Why would you bother to go outside when you could be inside cuddling with him? Itâs so much safer inside after allâŚ
Luocha
Luocha was a gentle man through and through. For him it was nothing more important than you. He enjoyed your affection and encouraged it with his skilled silver tongue.
He want to have you as close to him as possible at all times, but sadly that is not possible given his missions that require you to stay somewhere safe. When he gets home from said missions, the first thing he does is finding you and wrap his arms around you. He will pamper you as much as possible and his heart warms with love every time you snuggle up to him.
Moze
The assassin had always been wary to physical touch, and that with good reason. There was way too many people who would love nothing more than to see him dead. You, however showed him that affection was a beautiful thing (that might only be because itâs you).
With you in his arms, he let his guard down. He felt peaceful and he wanted nothing more than to keep you safe. His arms coiled themselves around you in a tight hold as he swore to himself that he would eradicate every obstacle.
Mr. Reca
The ideal night for Mr. Reca was a movie night together with you. Your cuddly personality came in handy for just that. Your warmth inspired him and he made sweet romantic movies with the main character inspired by you. Though no actor could even come close to capture your greatness.
He purposely put on horror movies to have you cling to him like a lifeline. You were so adorable that his heart almost couldnât take it. You were so fragile and sweet that he couldnât bear seeing any harm come your way. You will be safer hidden away in his home where only he could reach you.
Sampo
The cunning con-artist businessman could never get enough of your cuddles. He had no shame and often wraith his arms around you whenever you went in a tight bear hug.
Nights consisted of cuddles and sweet nothings. His love for you almost made his heart burst through his chest and his possessiveness grew every day. He was sure one day his heart would explode if he didnât protect you from all the cruel things humanity was capable of.
Sunday
Your hugs brought warmth and comfort which was something Sunday really needed. With you in his arms all his worries seemed to disappear. His wings shields your face as you nuzzle your head against his.
You remind him of the little bird he and his sister found when they were children and the need to keep you safe is what drives him. He cannot bear to live in world without you.
Welt
There is nothing like a good cup of tea and you perched on his lap. He loves very sweet moment shared between the two of you. He has experience lots of horrible things throughout his long life, so the serenity shared with you is something he greatly appreciated.
He vowed to himself to always keep you safe. Though that is no challenge given how you prefer to spend your days together with him. He felt blessed that you felt so safe with him that you showed him your affectionate side. Welt will always put you first everything as you is more important to him than everyone else (they ones who tried to come between you wonât know whatâs coming for them).
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Pussydrunk ⸺ Choso Kamo
author's note ⸺ Saw some crazy Choso art this morning and I know that the world can always use more Choso smut...so enjoy. Also yes-he does thank you for your pussy... pairing ⸺ Choso Kamo x reader teaser ⸺ '"You let out a breathy laugh and tilted your head slightly at him, âYouâre thanking me? For letting you eat me out?â Choso gave you a goofy little grin, his face still buried in your legs as he responds with exaggerated sincerity. âOf course..."' content ⸺ 18+ SMUT, MDNI, pussydrunk choso, he is OBSESSED, cunnilingus, shy emo boy turned feral, oral sex (reader recv.), choso is such a nice boy he thanks u for ur pussy, he lovesss to eat you out but let a guy have hobbies!! overstimulation, reader has a vagina, reader uses female pronouns
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Choso is perfect. Too perfectâreally.Â
Your sweet, soft-spoken, emo boyfriend who always knows exactly what you need. The one who texts you to remind you to drink water, gets you your favourite snacks even when you donât ask, and holds your hand like itâs the most sacred thing in the world.Â
Heâs calm, attentive, and gentleâeverything anyone could want in a partner.
But thereâs something about himâa hidden streak that surfaces only when youâre alone.
And only when heâs between your legs.
Itâs almost comical how the man who blushes when you tease him in publicâwho canât take compliments without fumbling for words, turns into someone so utterly unrestrained when heâs got his face buried in your cunt.Â
Your shy, sweet Choso becomes something else entirely. Feral. Hungry. Completely pussydrunk.
Itâs not just a casual thing for himâitâs a fixation, a need.Â
The way his pupils blow wide whenever you start to undress or the way his hands unconsciously flex when you shift your legs apart? Heâs thinking about it. How soft youâd feel, how warm and wet and impossibly sweet? Yep, heâs thinking about itâŚand he never tries to hide it.
It starts so innocently every time, just like it had tonight, his long fingers brushing your thighs as he kisses your inner knees.Â
He whispers something tender, something like, âYouâre so beautiful,â as his lips trace paths closer to where youâre desperate for him.
His words always make your cheeks flush, but before you can respond, heâs dipping his head lower, brushing his nose along the seam of your panties.Â
You let out a quiet gasp, hips twitching when his tongue flicks out to trace the damp fabric.
âAlready wet for me,â he says, and thereâs something darker in his tone nowâa hint of whatâs to come.Â
He hooks his fingers into the waistband, sliding your underwear down your legs with deliberate slowness, and his breath catches when youâre finally bare before him.
Then the first taste hits his tongue, and thatâs itâChosoâs gone.
Your thighs barely get the chance to press around his head before his hands grip your hips, pulling you closer, deeper, so he can bury his face in your pretty cunt.
The first press of his tongue against your folds makes your back arch off the bed.Â
Choso groaned like heâs the one being pleasured, and the sound vibrated against you, drawing a soft cry from your lips. His hands tighten on your hips, pulling you closer, and he buries his face in you like a man starved.
He alternates between teasing your clit with quick flicks of his tongue and plunging it back inside you, each movement pulling a new, breathless whimper from your lips.
The soft squelch of his mouth working on you made your thighs twitch, but Choso didnât stop.Â
If anything, he groans louder, the sound reverberating through your core as his tongue dips back down to your entrance. He licks into you slowly, savouring the way you tighten around the soft, wet muscle.
You try to push him back once youâre trembling, overstimulated from his relentless attention, but Choso isnât having it.
âJust once more,â he breathed against your skin, dark eyes flicking up to meet yours. Theyâre glassy, unfocusedâcompletely drunk on you. âPlease, baby. Canât stop. You taste so good.â
And how could you say no to that? To the way heâs looking at you like youâre the only thing in the world that matters? He is just so damn pretty. Iâ
His hands roam your thighs, holding them open as he devours you, sucking your clit between his lips and humming with satisfaction every time you cry out.Â
When your fingers thread into his hair, pulling hard enough to make him hiss, he only doubles down, tongue thrusting into your heat like heâs trying to memorize every inch of you.
âFuck,â he groans, pulling back just enough to catch his breath. His lips and chin are coated in your arousal as he looks up at you with his dark hooded eyesâabsolutely pussydrunk.
He looked wreckedâflushed cheeks, mussed hair, chest heaving like heâs the one who just cameâand yet, heâs still leaning forward, nuzzled against your thigh, leaving lazy kisses like he canât help himself.
âYou okay?â Youâd ask, voice shaky, and his lips curl into a sheepish smile as he rests his cheek on your leg.
âMore than okay,â he murmured, pressing a kiss just above your knee. âYouâre perfect. Thank you for letting me do this baby..â
You let out a breathy laugh and tilted your head slightly at him, âYouâre thanking me? For letting you eat me out?âÂ
Choso gave you a goofy little grin, his face still buried in your legs as he responded with exaggerated sincerity. âOf course. Youâre like... a goddess, and Iâm just the humble servant here, living the dream.â
You snort at his attempt to be dramatic, your hands running through his messy, dark hair. âWell, Iâm glad to know youâre really living right now.â
He peeks up at you, giving you a wink thatâs way too cocky for his usual shy self.Â
âAbsolutely. You have no idea how much this means to me,â he says, and you canât help but giggle at its ridiculousness.
âChoso, youâre so extra sometimes.â You roll your eyes, but itâs obvious youâre enjoying it.
His lips curl into a grin again as he presses another kiss against your inner thigh. âWhat can I say? I donât hold back. Iâm committed, you know?â
You gave him a raised eyebrow. âCommitted, huh? To eating me out?â
Choso nods earnestly. âYes, baby. To you. This is my true calling.â He lets out a dramatic sigh and presses his face against your leg again like heâs contemplating his life choices.
You laugh out loud at his melodramatic antics, but before you can make another joke, he dives back in, his tongue moving expertly against your clit with a series of teasing strokes.Â
And that is how you and your cutie-emo-pussydrunk man spent the next few hoursâŚ
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Idk how others in the fandom feel about this, but to me, Isabela's presence in Veilguard is frankly bizarre.
Isabela has wildly different endings in DA2, depending on Hawke's decisions and relationship with her. If you didn't form enough of a friendship or rivalry with her, she fucks off with the Tome of Koslun and never comes back. If Hawke decides not to defend her, she gets given up to the Arishok and Qunari. (It is implied she escapes regardless, but that's still a pretty significant thing to brush aside!) If Hawke romances Isabela and follows through on her quests, they stay together at least semi-permanently (barring whatever happens to Hawke in Inquisition).
Except, when you meet her in the Lords of Fortune - she can never mention any of that. She doesn't explain her new philosophy around the finding of cultural artefacts and how her Tome of Koslun debacle shaped that. She can never mention Hawke in any capacity, which is especially weird if your Hawke romanced her.
She does makes comments like "Kirkwall taught me a lot about family đ" which makes 0 sense if your Isabela absolutely hightailed it out of Kirkwall or got thrown to the Qunari. What was the lesson she learnt, exactly? "I was right the whole time, fuck emotional vulnerability and fuck caring about anyone else?"
She's also one of the few characters who make an appearance other than the Inquisitor and Harding who has a close connection to Varric from previous games. You're telling me she has absolutely nothing to say about his death?
Her return strips her of any complexity and sidelines any of her past relationships because Veilguard just completely refuses to engage meaningfully with the stories before it.
#also not immediately related to my main point abt her inclusion but fuck her constant sexualisation makes me violent#there's a difference between being a character who is open with their sexuality and being overly gratuitous to appeal to certain audiences#dragon age#dragon age the veilguard#dragon age critical#veilguard critical#dragon age the veilguard spoilers#bioware#isabela dragon age#dragon age 2#veilguard spoilers
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For anyone who has that 'one thing' that they think that needs to change about their body for them to be happy with it; yes, I'm looking at you, people who have more ass than anything else, people who have stick-thin legs supporting a round body, people who have wide hips but no chest volume.
I used to hate my breasts. I used to be ashamed of my breasts. They're big. They have been big ever since they started growing. And they hang. That's just the shape they are. They are soft and saggy, and really inconvenient at times.
And moreover, they are not at all what beautiful breasts are supposed to be. I think they're ugly. Like, truly. As in, I have thought about plastic surgery to 'fix' them ever since I was a teenager.
It's gotten better with time. It's gotten worse again when I was down. But still, I don't like them. But you know who does? The guy I'm friends-with-benefits with. He likes them a lot. And I feel better about them because of that. With him it was the first time ever I was completely comfortable with just hanging out topless.
So, what I want to say is this: Even the one thing about yourself you absolutely hate and deem ugly and grotesque, someone out there will absolutely love it. To the point that they can't keep their hands off of you. It surprised me, too, believe me. But your body is alright. It's doing a good job keeping your various organs in place, and guess what, I can guarantee you that someone will find it hot!
rhinoplasty this buccal fat removal that for godssake watch a film produced in a country that isnât the united states of america read a book read non-fiction learn to sew go to a pottery class go on a walk talk to old people look at medieval manuscripts do something interesting stop looking in the mirror so much someone will fuck you someone will love you and if not it doesnât even matter that much but do something you donât need botox you need to build muscle before youâre old and take care of your bones and take max 3 pictures of yourself per year
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my favourite colour | LN4
Lando Norris x Mercdriver!fem!reader
summary: You turn indigo but..indigo is still quite liked and pretty
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landonorris reminder: donât play golf with yn, she will even beat carlos
yn đ¤đ
carlossainz yeah, at least i got ahead of you
landonorris yeah yeah
pierregasly thatâs not so hard đđŹ
landonorris blocked.
user didnât know she was that good with them
user of course she is, theyâre friends lol
user love how close they are
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yn he didnât get the hint, did he?
kellypiquet but you fell asleep holding his hand..
yn kelly. I am not coming to girls night.
kikagomez EXCUSE ME??
lilymhe now that is unfair
lilyzhneimer :((
yn alright, iâm coming for lils
lilyzhneimer :)))
yn my god, just like oscar
oscarpiastri:))
user oscar lily are the best couple
user heâs trying tho
user omggggggg
user is this a soft launch??
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yn maiden win + 1-2 podium. What else would we want?? đĽš
kimiantonelli best scenario for today đ¤
yn iâm so proud of you đ
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olliebearman WOHOOO đđ
mercedesamgf1 is anyone cutting onions đĽš
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kimiantonelli the masterminds, the executors and the results
oliliebearman Id like to say we did great
lewishamilton you didnât stick to the plan
charlesleclerc careful, before they parenttrap you with you know who
lewishamilton Niki tried that, didnât work
user omg, that is yn
user does anyone recognise the car??
user itâs hers :/
user ohhhhh
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f1updates yn yln and Lando norris have been spotted around Italy together looking cozy đđ
user WHAT
user i mean, as long as sheâs happy
user The flowers in her last post, him saying indigo is his favourite colour 𼚠He really tried everything to bring the spark that lewis took back
user Wait..bringing them together was lewis and Charles idea, right?
user seems like it
user lewis isnât blind. He knows her well and knew what it would do to her when he left
user yeah, and kimi loves her too so he obviously helped. And ollie either listened to his dad (char) or just followed kimi
pierregasly this is how i find out? pff
carlossainz you and me both
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kimiantonelli as long as you stay loyal to mercedes and donât put that orange stuff on
landonorris *papaya
yn so..
mercedesamgf1 YOURE CHEATING???
yn im sorry you had to find out this way đ
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charlesleclerc took you long enough to realise he liked you MORE THAN A FRIEND
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a/n im sorry this feels so rushed idk man.. I hope you still like it somehow :)
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I never knew we could coexist togetherÂ
Shadow x reader
Summary : shadow is surprised to learns that humans understand grief. And he learns it from the human thatâs the most tolerable and happiest in his life.Â
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âDo you really think you could ever understand.âÂ
His voice ragged and tight from the anger. Thereâs no way anyone could understand what he lost. Especially not youâŚ
You have everything. A happy family, friends, a place in this world.Â
 he had nothingâŚ
Sure others may have accepted him, yet it has never been the same and it hasnât ever taken the pain.
Someone as happy as you wouldnât and shouldnât ever understand his pain.Â
His grip getting tighter in his hand, he can feel himself shaking a bit as he lowers his eyes to the ground.
He feels bad for snapping at you. He wasnât expecting to have all his pent up anger explode on you. Finally the shame starts crawling itâs way and he was getting ready to leave. He didnât want to see your face.
Not right now, when he feels so angry with you even though youâre the only one thats stuck around.Â
All his emotions are spinning all over his head just waiting for another opportunity to explode, and he does not want you to be at the end of it.
Without saying anything else, he keeps his head down as he turns to leave.Â
But just as heâs a few steps away his are is pulled back quite forcefully towards you again.
âWhat do you think youâre doingââ
You hugged him.
Holding tight making sure you wonât let go of him. He tenses a bit not fully processing what youâre doing.Â
Why are still trying? Why do you still care even if he hurt you? He doesnât deserve you.
Before he realizes it, heâs holding you close as well.Â
Nothing is said between either of you, heâs simply shaking a bit in your arms as you rub his back a bit.
Memories come back to him. Those of maria, his actions, and of you.
Small tears roll down his cheeks but he could care less at the moment. âIt hurts.â His voice broken and tired from all the pain that never goes away.
You hugged him a bit tighter as you whisper a bit into his ears, âI know shads, i know.â Not daring to let go or abandon him in this moment, you wait it out. Feeling your own tears slowly dropping as well as his cries intensify.
He feels like he just got ran over, but at least youâre still there, holding him. Both of you more calmed down from the whole ordeal.Â
He finally decides to let go from your embrace and you let him.Â
He sits on the ground and you follow along and sit next to him. Just waiting to see whoâll be the first to speak.
Surprisingly after a few minutes shadow softly starts speaking, âi donât want to talk about it.â His brows furrow a bit, âi appreciate your kindness, but I donât like speaking about my pain.âÂ
He feels you caress his hand. âThatâs okay,â holding it firmly when turns it offering you to continue your action of affection, âi understand that pain can be hard to share.â
He turns to see you, eyes glazing over you face wondering what ever could have caused you pain to make that expression.
âYou might be surprised but humans suffer from many things. Some of us are just a little better at pretending nothingâs wrong.âÂ
âDoesnât it hurt to do that?â
You look over, seeing his worry through his eyes. âOf course it does. Suffering is always painful.â Your eyes and hands never leaving one another. Sharing more emotions this way than any words could describe.
You lean a bit onto him, âbut you know,â he reciprocates as you continue, âi think thatâs a reason why thereâs so many of us in the first place. Maybe so we could  help each other through the pain⌠itâs too bad many seem forget the value of thisâ
He shifts a bit as he feels you move again. This time youâre kneeling a bit in front of him.Â
âThatâs why Iâm so glad that I at least have you in my life.â
His heart twinges a bit, feeling guilty for trying to ever push you away. And you notice it before he even says anything.
âPlease donât shut me out,â youâre hugging him again.
And he hugs you back, holding you softly as he feels your breath on his shoulder. Your actions and words melting all the doubt and numbing the pain. Heâs comforted knowing that youâre not going nowhere, staying right there with him.
âIm glad that itâs you, and not anyone else at my side.âÂ
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BANG-ABLE | Jeon Jungkook | Drabble 4
Summary: You get upset when you see other girls flirting with Jungkook but he always makes sure that you know you're the only one he wants Pairing: f!reader x Sex Bot Jungkook Word Count: 2.1k~ Warnings: Smuttttt hehe Requested by an anon đ
"So yeah I was thinking maybe we could hang out sometime? My friends and I are going out on Friday a-" "Can I come?" I ask, cutting off the woman at the coffee shop that's decided to chat up Jungkook.
I swear I leave his man alone for five minutes and he's already got a line of woman drooling over him.
"Um I'm sorry...who are you?" she asks, scoffing as if she owns him and I'm the one that's imposing. "She's my girlfriend" he says and pulls me in by my hips, kissing me in front of her to make a point leaving her turning her face in disgust.
"Way to lead a girl on" she huffs and walks off.
"Not his fault that you couldn't take a hint Honey" I call after her, telling myself I can't keep bringing him out with me when I'm in the wrong headspace.
I just wanted some company though...plus Ava was busy so I didn't have much of a choice.
"Hi Baby" Jungkook says, coaxing my focus back over to him. "Hi" I grumble, crossing my arms over my chest, clearly still upset making him smile.
"I don't know why you let them talk to you" I huff and sit down at the table he had gotten us with him sliding in across from me, lacing our fingers together and placing a kiss on my knuckles.
"Because I like seeing that look on your face. Plus I know you get satisfied when you see their reactions, knowing that you have something they want but couldn't get even if they tried" he reminds me but it's not good enough to get me out of this bad mood, not today.
"I would rather you just ignored them or told them you have a girlfriend" I huff for what feels like the twelfth time but it doesn't seem to bother him.
"You know I hardly ever get to interact with people besides you and Ava, just think of it as research" he explains leaving me cocking a brow and echoing the last word.
"Yeah you know, I get to be outside of the four walls of our home and learn how to evolve and treat you better and you get peace of mind because you know I'd never want anyone else but you" he continues leaving me sighing, knowing he really doesn't get the chance to get out much and observe the world.
His patterns and behaviors do switch up a bit every time I bring him out with me so I have to admit that it does make things seem less monotonous, makes him feel real.
I just don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing...
"Come on" he says and gets up, waiting for me to follow and I do so cautiously. "I'm not gonna hurt you or anything" he laughs. "I just know you're not gonna enjoy being here anymore after what happened so let's just go for a walk" he offers, holding out his hand for me and so I resign to his idea and take it, allowing him to lead the way.
Our walk is quiet, contemplative even and it leaves him debating on whether or not to ask me what's wrong when he can infer the answer already, or at least part of it.
"I'm sorry" he says and pulls me aside to a more secluded area, gaining us a little more privacy. "I know you're just acting on your programing but I'm just not in the best headspace right now" I admit, having let my emotions simmer under the surface for a while now, leaving him placing a kiss on my forehead, a further expression of his apologetic state.
"You wanna talk about it?" he ask, cupping my face but not making me look at him, knowing I'd rather have a second to debate on if I'm ready to yet. I decidedly shake my head, realizing I'm not and he hums, not pushing it further, knowing that although in an area hidden from most of the people surrounding us this is not a place for uncomfortable conversations.
"Can I kiss you?" he asks, now bringing my face back over to his, stroking my cheek and giving me a sad smile, thinking it might make me feel better and so I nod, accepting his request.
He places his lips against mine, the first time he's done so since we left the house, knowing that public displays of affection tend to make me a little uncomfortable at times. This time the kiss feels different though, I can feel the intensity growing with every meeting, a familiar fluttering felt deep within me.
"Jungkook wait" I gasp, the need for air almost forgotten, trailing his lips down my neck as a compromise but not ceasing his efforts to convey how much he wants me.
"Jungkook someone could see us" I reprimand him half heartedly, tilting my head to the side automatically, my body going through the same song and dance we've done time and time again. "Don't worry, I'll be able to sense them coming" he says, alerting me to another one of his features that I had yet to discover.
"You mean to tell me you have sensors that'll alert you if someone is coming just so we can have sex in public?" I scoff, pushing him off of me so I can see his face, needing to know if he's lying or not. "Well...yeah" he says as if it's the most normal thing in the world...news flash, nothing is normal with him.
"What have I gotten myself into?" I sigh, closing my eyes and rubbing my temples giving him the opportunity to come in closer again, placing his hands on my hips and continuing his onslaught of kisses, no doubt leaving a mark or two.
"Let me make you feel good. Just for a little bit, yeah?" he asks, no doubt sensing my arousal that's starting to leak out. "Are you sure you'll know before someone sees?" I ask after contemplating it for a second and he nods, his kisses now on my collarbone, threatening to go lower.
"I know you want to" he temps and I can't ignore that I do. We both know that this would help improve my mood just a little bit so I don't blame his programing for coming up with this solution. My resigning sigh replaced by a whine, him biting down on my collarbone to make me answer sooner.
"Think you can make me cum in three minutes?" I ask, challenging his abilities when I know for a fact that he can. "I don't need three minute doll" he chuckles and slides his hand from my waist to my hip to my thigh and slips it up my skirt, taking his time to tease me making me groan from impatience.
"Come on, let me take my time with you" he rasps in my ear, playing with the elastic of my underwear. "We don't have time" I remind him but he snaps it back making me jump from the surprise abuse to my hip.
"We have plenty of time" he counters and places a kiss below the shell of my ear, his fingers now changing course and trailing their way to my inner thigh, soon rubbing me through my thong, the damp spot on it undeniable making me mewl at the sensation.
"Jungkook please" I whine, fed up with the teasing so he relents this time, pushing it to the side and running his finger through my folds, catching me off guard when it starts to vibrate against me, placing my hand over my mouth, preventing the moan that was about to come out from being completely audible to any passerby, no matter if they can see us or not.
He dips a finger inside of me, rubbing his thumb against my clit, kicking up the buzzing sensation, making me whimper, the pleasure bubbling up sooner than I had expected.
I had no fucking idea he could do this, the vibrating abilities seemingly hidden from me for a moment like this, when he knows I need to cum hard and fast, voyeurism not being one of my kinks...yet.
"Fuck, Jungkook. Please" I gasp, the intensity of his fingers enough to tip me over but when he kneels down in front of me I about lose it there. His mouth attaching to me immediately, his tongue exploring my cunt and making my eyes roll back, my throat gone completely dry.
I lace my fingers through his hair and pull at his locks, the balance against the tree not being enough for me anymore as he throws one of my legs over his shoulder, granting him better access, his slurping against me making my eyes roll back, forbidden sounds from him making me lose my sense of sanity, forgetting where we are.
Once he places his vibrating thumb on my clit again I'm gone, cumming harder than I have in a while, the intensity of it leaving my knees weak, threatening to make me fall to them.
Once he's stopped licking me clean, the mewls from overstimulation heard loud and clear he gets out from under my dress and smirks at me, clearly satisfied with the work he's done. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, not bothering to try to clean up properly, getting off his knees and pressing his lips against mine again, the taste of myself of his lips enough to make me wet again.
I hear a scoff from behind Jungkook and I bite down on his lip in surprise, backing away from him, him not flinching at all with the lack of feeling absent from his robotic state. "This is a public park you freaks" the same woman from the coffee shop reprimands us, mortified by the scene she happened upon.
"Had to make it up to her for earlier" he shrugs leaving her scoffing once more, her obvious favorite form of response and storming out. Her cheeks now tinted a dark pink from sheer embarrassment, but no doubt mixed with anger.
Jungkook chuckles and turns back to me, expecting my reaction to be just as amused as his but I'm mad. More than mad I'm furious.
"You said you'd be able to stop before someone got close enough to see us!" I growl through gritted teeth making him coo at my now humiliated reaction. "What? I figured it would be best to show her who I'm really interested in, and clearly belong to" he says and pulls me in by my hips with me reluctantly dragging my feet all the way.
"Love you" he chuckles, infuriating me further. "I hate you" I counter and he laughs, "I'm sure you do" he replies and turns to walk away from me making me chase after him.
"Hey! I'm not done talking to you" I call out, trying to yank him to stop but of course it doesn't work, his strength unparalleled leaving me again dragging behind him awkwardly sighing before interlinking our arms to keep him close on this suddenly crowded sidewalk, people no doubt coming out to watch the sunset, me completely disregarding that replaced by my anger towards him.
"Let's just go home, we can continue our conversation there" he chuckles leaving me now being the one to scoff, muttering curses towards him to myself, his hearing impeccable, never being able to hide even the slightest whisper.
"Yes but I'm your dumb fucking robot, emphasis on the fucking" he says, his corny try of making me smile unsuccessful, leaving me rolling my eyes, the reaction although not initially expected making him the one who's smiling as a result.
"I love you" he tries again but is met with silence, "Oh Jungkook I love you too, you know exactly how to eat me out just right. Oh please won't you do it again?" he says in literally my voice, yet another feature hidden from me.
"Shut up!" I growl making him laugh, my clear surprise to it thoroughly amusing.
"Didn't you read the manual? I'm surprised you haven't asked me about my other features besides the basics of replicating human sex" he says, loud enough for just anyone to hear but luckily we're out of earshot. "I thought it was pretty self explanatory" I say in a hushed tone after placing my hand over his mouth, him licking it as a result making me withdraw it immediately.
"What? 'How to fuck your robot' wasn't interesting enough for you?" he chuckles, using the term Ava and I made up for said manual. "Just shut up and get in the car" I groan and he thankfully does as he's told, telling me everything he can do in very, very explicit detail all the way home.
"You wanna try some of them out" he temps, sliding his hand along my thigh once we pull up to the house. "NO!" I growl and get out of the car, slamming the door leaving a very very satisfied Jungkook to follow behind.
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I wake up in my bed. My room is the darkest it has ever been, and I cannot find my phone to turn on my flashlight. I stand up and make my way towards where I know the light switch is, when I find it, it does not work. I open my door.
I walk into the rest of the house. The house is the darkest it has ever been. It is silent, I cannot hear anyone. I try to call out up the stairs, but my voice does not make noise. I start panicking. I try to scream as loud as I can, and try to run for my parents bedroom. I make it up the first set of stairs to the living room.
I wake up in bed. My room is the quietest and darkest it has ever been. I know I'm dreaming now, and despite the fact that I hit the point of lucid dreaming, I cannot wake up. I roll out of bed, trying to scream, to speak, anything. My voice makes no noise. This time, I make it halfway up the stairs to my parents room. None of the light switches exist anymore.
I wake up back in my room. My room is still pitch black, and my bed makes no noise when I roll over. This time, when I call out, I make a tiny noise. I can hear someone upstairs. I believe I'm out of my dream as I stand up and walk towards the door. As soon as I grab the handle-
I wake up in my bed. My room is pitch black and dead quiet.
I will be stuck in this loop for a long while. Sometimes I will find my dad, but I'll wake up right after asking him for help. Sometimes I won't even make it out of bed before I feel my eyes open again and I'm back in it. It is the only nightmare I get stuck in now. I grew up with night terrors and learned how to either change genre of dream to reverse the terror, or wake myself up. Usually, all it takes is maybe like 10 seconds of nightmare time for me to go full lucid and wake myself up.
Sometimes, when I "wake up" in my bed in this nightmare, I try so hard to pry my eyes open. I can feel my real eyelids flutter but nothing can wake me up. My current record is about 17 loops before the dream let me go. By the end, I know I'm stuck in a dream, and no matter what I do I can't even change the smallest detail.
When I finally wake up, in my real bed, the first thing I do is turn on my lights and leave the room. Depending on the time, I sometimes go finish sleeping on the couch in the living room.
This is now my only nightmare, and I have it about once a month on average, sometimes more. I have learned how to end every reoccurring nightmare except this one, and usually lucid dream now to the point of changing dreams whenever I get bored.
There is never anything else in the house with me, and the only person I have ever seen is my dad, but he doesn't always appear, and he never can help me, if he tries I just restart the loop again. I can no longer sleep in the dark without white noise or another person with me, because waking up to a silent dark room now gives me panic attacks.
These nightmares started about 4 years ago I think? And are only ever in my current bedroom of my current house.
rb with your most common recurring theme in your nightmares. mine is pregnancy
#this lioe actually fucks me up by the way#so badly#i cannot scream#i cannot see#there is no noise#and there is NO ONE to help me#i am alone in the worst place i have ever been#and for the next week i cant even trust waking up in my own bed#this nightmare changed my brain chemistry#permanently
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Hi robo! I had an awful birthday yesterday and I was wondering if you could write some cute birthday fluff with reader x logan? 𼚠Like maybe she has a rly bad day where things donât go as planned but Logan gives her a little cake or something and they spend the night together because he wants to make it better for her 𼚠ik itâs a big request so no pressure! đŤś
Iâm sorry about your birthday anon, hopefully the rest of your week is better!
Thinking about how your day went almost makes you want to laugh, but not in a funny way; more like a âhow the hell can it get worseâ kind of way.
By the time you get home your feet are dragging across the floor. Trains acting up, bitchy managerâhell, even your local lunch spot ran out of your favorite order. So much for a happy birthday. The past 24 hours have been such a drain on you mentally that you donât register Loganâs voice when you walk inside.
Your minds a mess, a metaphorical cloud hanging over your head as you side-step him, immediately walking to your bedroom. You hear him call your name from behind, but it doesnât really matter, does it? More than anything, you want to lie down and just sleep.
You strip yourself haphazardly, not really caring that your clothes pile up on the floor, before falling face first onto your mattress. Maybe a nap will help you forget.
âSweetheart?â Logan calls, and youâre guessing that heâs standing by the door because you donât hear his footsteps come closer. The worry is evident in his voice, and as much as you hate to make him worry you really canât find it in yourself to speak right now.
âYou alright?â He says, and you groan in response.
âOkay, not alright then,â he hums, and finally sits himself beside you. âTalk to me.â
It takes you a while to muster up the words, but heâs patient with you, a luxury you canât say he affords anyone else. âHad a bad day is all.â
âSounds like more than just a bad day.â
ââŚhad a bad birthday.â
âAhh, there it is,â he sighs, putting a hand against your back. âExplains why you never noticed my present.â
You turn your head to him, looking up curiously. âPresent?â
Logan nods his head in return. âMhm. Decorated the whole living room for you. Looks like a clown threw up in there.â
The faintest smile graces your face, tinged with guilt at how callous youâve been. You know how Logan struggles with emotion, and having you ignore his efforts probably felt like a slap to the face.
You reach your hand out, letting your fingers drum against his. âIâm sorry Loâ, didnât mean it.â
âGot nothinâ to be sorry about,â he answers, kissing the top of your head. âWhen you feel better, we can go downstairs and give you a real birthday celebration, okay?â
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MDNI. aged up characters. âŠŕżŕż
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you're half-asleep, snuggled into the safety of megumi's comforter as the weight of the day slowly starts to disappear, your worries and stress lost to the feeling of his touch. it's rare that sleep takes you this easily, but tonight, it's holding your hand so tightly you can't stop your body from softly twitching against his as your mind slips further into its dreamy abyss.
a small smile cuts across his face when he notices the way you ease into him. his fingers are featherlight, drifting along your skin with all the delicacy in the world as they create hazy patterns across your collarbone and along the back of your neck, his nails just barely grazing your scalp the higher up he goes. he's warm, he's always so warm and perfect when he's holding you like this, making the rest of the outside world melt away with his presence alone.
your thoughts are scattered, comfortable but blurred by how relaxed your body is when you feel his breath start to fan across the nape of your neck, his hand carefully sliding between your thighs as he presses the sleepiest kisses into the side of your neck. you shift again, your eyes struggling to stay shut as he lulls dizzy little nothings into your neck, "relax, okay? just let me take care of you."
you give him a small nod, letting yourself settle into his touch, the palm of his hand firm but gentle as he coaxes your legs apart. "i know you had a long day." he whispers, electricity suddenly flickering across your skin as his fingers tentatively spread you.
his voice feels like silk, low and entrancing with the way it wraps around you so effortlessly. "i want you to let all of that go and focus on meâ," your back arches as he continues to leave light kisses scattered across the top of your shoulder, his words only pulling you further and further into his orbit. "focus on your breathing. focus on my touch. focus on this, the way this feelsâ"
you can't help the heady noise that escapes you when his fingers dip into you, instantly finding that spot that you can never quite reach yourself.
"right there, yeah?" you can hear the faint smile in his voice as he presses into it again with adoring precision. "it's always right there, isn't it?"
you don't have to say anything for him to know the answer, your walls clenching around him gives him all the confirmation he needs. there's never been anyone else who's known you this entirelyâ who's known exactly how and where to touch you the way that he does. it's almost overwhelming sometimes, how much pride he takes in making you feel this good.
"you make the prettiest noises, y'know that?" his praises only draw more of them out of you, his thumb drawing blissful circles around your clit as his fingers continue on with the same tantalizing pace. pumping in and out of you in a way that makes the edges of your vision start to blur.
"there it is." he groans, his teeth just barely sinking into your neck. "doin' so good for me, keep going."
"mâ megumi," you whimper, your body grinding against his as he holds you steady.
"i know, baby." he soothes, "i know. you don't have to say it, just let me feel it okay?"
your breath catches in your throat, your thighs suddenly locking his hand in place as little tremors begin to ripple through them. your walls comply with his command, squeezing his fingers so snug that you're not even sure how he manages to keep his rhythm, but he never breaks it.
his voice is the only thing keeping you tethered to the room, the rest of your mind succumbing to the hazy bliss he's lead you to as your core begins to desperately unravel around him.
"such a perfect girl, cummin' all over me like this. how'd i get so lucky, huh?" his freehand finds the side of your face, turning your head towards his as he hovers above over you.
your lips meet his eagerly, your tongue swirling against his with fervor as he holds you, continuing to spill out pretty little reassurances in between breaths. your hands wrap around the collar of his shirt, pulling him in as close as you can while he helps you ride out the last few waves of your orgasm.
there are stars in your eyes by the time he finally pulls out, your chest heaving as your surroundings slowly come back into view. none of it matters thoughâ not the day you had or the rest of what exists outside of the room. the only thing that matters is the way he smiles as he kisses you, the tender warmth of his hand under your chin. the way his midnight gaze lights up in even in a dimly lit space just from looking at you.
the only thing that matters, is him.
"you know i think you've got it wrong," you whisper, "i'm the lucky one."
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#rem writes#jujutsu kaisen#megumi fushiguro#fushiguro megumi#jjk x reader#jjk smut#megumi x reader#jjk megumi#megumi smut#megumi fluff#thots and prayers ââ .âŚ
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You always have at least a part of Shanksâ attention, so the way you shift uncomfortably and curl slightly in on yourself is not going to go unnoticed.
The cause of his sudden and very dire lack of you is that very same newcomer.
you write shanks so endearingly here, the way he's so head over heels for them đĽ°. it's almost childlike in how unabashed he is about it but it also juxtaposes with how insightful he is with him paying attention to reader's moods.
Shanks tucks you in sweetly (well⌠sweetly to a drunk; in all reality you kinda flopped in, but he did make sure you were shoeless and properly under the blankets, and he even shuffled back in to put water, crackers, and medicine where you could reach).
ok but shanks tucking you in is so sweet ����đ. bc im a sap im going to imagine he gave you a kiss on the head and a little pat after that.
your mihawk jealousy headcanon made me think too much about how he'd express his jealousy before and during a relationship that it's gonna end up being its own post đâď¸ (no im not biased whattt)
At first he tries to discourage this lingering with his mere presence. He knows heâs capable of pumping out enough sheer displeasure into the air to knock out a squadron, so he keeps it to his other tools: body language that makes him feel larger than the room and a glare sharp enough to split hair.
mihawk really is the embodiment of âheâs just standing there! menacingly!â you did a really good job at describing mihawkâs body language and mood. i canât help but smile at the image of mihawk staring daggers at the ex (poor marine).
Mihawk can tell that his mood is setting you on edge too - almost anyone would with the perturbed looks youâve been sending his way - but that isnât technically taking your joy, so he doesnât back off.
You would have never guessed that his aim with his nitpicking and praising is to make sure your ex knows for a fact that you are out of their league. They donât deserve you. But he could.
the implication of mihawk being so aloof towards reader that they canât even figure out why mihawkâs so pissy like please đ. mihawk you did this to yourself. also me going đ at the second quoteâs wording âThey donât deserve you. But he could.â like the implications⌠the usage of âcouldâ instead of âdoesâ when it comes to mihawk deserving you.
Mihawk is simply delighted to see your attention going to its rightful place, on him. You should be looking at him with such interest and joy. You should be seeking his approval; not some simpering swineâs.
he is so cringe (affectionate)
His full height set strongly in sharp shoulders and straight spine cuts a devilish figure behind you. Your exâs first impression was that he is haunting you, but thereâs some little whisper in their mind that, no, Mihawk is protecting you.
good ass imagery. i love the contrast between mihawk being ominous and protective, the way his possessiveness seems to take physical form here. itâs bad news for the ex but not necessarily for reader.
also:
âI usually have to pour my own wine from the kitchenâs rack. Whatâs the occasion?â Mihawk takes a sip and the comfort of one of his favored wines coming over his senses coerces him into loosening his tongue. âYouâve been good.â Another sip and he thoughtfully adds, âI could give you more rewards.â
im going to hold back from saying anything too incoherently horny. anyways, i hope they makeout sloppy.
crocodile strikes me as the type of menace to sabotage any dates that youâd try to go on if itâs with anyone else but him. reservations get mysteriously canceled, transport breaks down, that kind of stuff. in true mr. 0 fashion, heâd pretend he had nothing to do with it.
since this reader is his assistant, i can see them being smart enough to figure it out. either their reaction can be indifferent (all those red flags just look like flags when youâre a criminal lol), bothered by the lying, or amused (like, wow, he didnât have to do all that if he wanted them so bad).
It only irritates him even more that you donât notice him until youâre swallowed by his shadow. You even have the audacity to look surprised when you turn to him.
(point and laugh) he liiikes them!
And thus begins the interrogation. You can only watch perplexed as Sir Croc tugs every bit of information he could want out of your ex, making sure to cut off anything he didnât care to hear. That frustrated look and tone become more bored by the second. Every tone tells your ex that theyâre barely worth the breath to speak, causing them to shrink even faster than Sir Crocâs anger did.
this captures his condescending and imperious apathy so well. itâs like itâs beaming a picture of crocodile directly into my brain. giving the same energy when crocodile went âidgaf about your plansâ to blackbeard. heâs the worst đđđ
the metal isnât cold like you thought it would be. It must be warmed from resting on his thigh. You shake away the thought of warming it further.
ok ok ok đłđđ what a nice, subtly sensual detail.
Noting how deep your draw to Croc is, you already feel that that would be a dead end. Well, maybe some time rekindling things would help your daydreaming and wishing for Sir Croc finally start ebbing away.
crocodile is going to be so insufferably smug once he finds out why readerâs been reconnecting with their ex.
When he reaches for his awaiting drink, he notices Daz Bonez come back into the room, wiping his hands off on his pants. Their eyes meet and Daz Bones gives a firm nod before heading back to his other duties for the night.
daz bonez, being an assassin, has definitely killed for pettier reasons but he really just killed the ex with no questions asked. unmatched loyalty! give this man infinite paid vacation days even if heâd never take them.
jealousy headcanons and scenarios r my kryptonite! especially for emotionally constipated characters lol. for shanks, mihawk, and crocodile seeing their crush interacting with someone that turns out to be said crush's ex? there's chemistry between the exes and are those lingering looks he's seeing?! đŤ˘
OOOOOOOO GOOD CHOICES GOOD CHOICES đđťđđťđđť I must say I am weak for some jealousy too đ why does it have to be so hot in fiction huh??? Or make me feel wanted????? Rude đ¤
Three jealous DILFs coming right up đŤĄ
Jealousy from Shanks, Mihawk, and Sir Crocodile
Your ex comes back into your life and stirs up some feelings - How are these men taking it?
Form this took: started as a bulleted headcanons but then became a scenario/ficlet for each ahsdjajskdajs
Word count: Shanks - 1.1 k, Mihawk - 1.2 k, Croc - 1.2 k
Shanks
The clinging and diverting type
This mf tries to be sneaky about it
Key word: tries
Itâs no secret that Shanks is the jovial sort and that his welcome and cheer extend easily to newcomers. However, something curious happens when the next one joins your large table.
You always have at least a part of Shanksâ attention, so the way you shift uncomfortably and curl slightly in on yourself is not going to go unnoticed. You catch yourself and relax back into your usual posture, but Shanks knows you well enough to see thereâs a posed touch to all your expressions. It tames them from the genuine displays of your thoughts and emotions that Shanks so loves into something more suited to a diplomat seeking favor. Now that had him wary.
It took no genius to notice that each time a great laugh broke out your eyes would sweep to that newcomer to take them in, or how your would flicker your gaze over to them every time you had the spotlight, as if seeking approval.
Gods Shanks hopes that isnât the case
Driven to seek comfort in your presence, Shanks leans into his affectionate nature to keep close to you. You canât think too long on someone else with him constantly leaning into your space to whisper dumb jokes and silly observations. He made those laughs and he gets to enjoy them up close and personal. You may look to others but you always look back to him when he ventures to lay his hand on your shoulder or hand or thigh and give a happy, hearty squeeze before retreating. He relishes in the fact that you had been uncertain of his touch when you first met yet now you trust and even welcome his hand on you.
Shanks is burst right out of his bubble of avoidance when you suddenly jolt and sit straight, separating yourself from his side.
The cause of his sudden and very dire lack of you is that very same newcomer. The newcomer, who is leaning in so close to you. The newcomer, who now has all of your attention. The newcomer, who is giving you a smile that Shanks very much does not like. Itâs very charming and holds a twinge of remorse that Shanks knows from experience would strike straight and true right to your heart
âIâm glad to see you in happier times. You look good,â they have the audacity to say, the words even seeping with honesty. Shanks isn't sure he focused on anything in his life as hard as he does on your reaction in this moment.
Your smile is breathtaking, one he isn't sure heâs seen before, all affection and understanding and a dusting of yearning. It turns his heart to goo right before it clamps it tight and squeezes, because that smile isn't for him. He needs that smile to be for him. His mouth is moving before the thought even sinks in.
âWe do like to keep things cheerful here!â Shanks chuckles to the newcomer. He turns to you, making sure to catch your eye. âLifeâs too short to anchor yourself to your sorrows.â Now back to the newcomer. âAnd this one-â an arm slips around your shoulders, hugging you to his warm side, â-helps keep it that way.â
The smile you give him isnât quite as overflowing with emotion as the one you gave the newcomer, but he loves it all the same.
Unfortunately, thatâs not the end of it and the newcomer actually sits down on your other side and insists on catching up. Shanks is a damn charmer though, and he knows it, so heâs not one to give up on keeping your attention through the night.
He stays in the conversation easily, not deterred by the newcomer outsider bringing up shared memories with you, even though they squeeze at his heart and lungs tighter and tighter. He uses it to get to know more of you, a part of him truly enjoying the new insights. However, a much larger part is simply set on keeping the reminiscing light instead of romantically charged.
As the time and drinks flow, his and the outsider's tactics get more obvious yet you get more oblivious, simply cruising on the comfy fuzz everything had taken on and enjoying the company. Your unintentional refusal to pick a favorite has both of them getting desperate and daring.
Try as they might, the outsider is clearly outmatched
By the end of the night youâre wearing Shanks like a perfume, heâs stuck to your skin at the heart of your body, chest always tight to your back or side, chin often hooked over your shoulder or on top of your head. His slight scruff tickling at your ear when he moves and talks is exceedingly distracting. So is the softness of his hair on your neck when he turns his head to bed his cheek into your shoulder and pull you a little tighter to him, saying its just 'cause he's a little sleepy and trying to get comfy. He unearths himself from his resting place only to seek it again every few minutes.
His arm is always around you when he wasnât using it to drink (of course) or toy with you - tugging at your clothes for attention, tickling your sides to interrupt you, sweetly scratching your scalp to derail your train of thought, teasingly rubbing a thumb into your hip or thigh to feel you squirm.
Shanks is a handsy motherfucker (ironic right-), so you donât take any of this as a proclamation of his love. The most you think is that it has just hit that point in your journey together where his vast appetite for partners has finally swept its way to focus on you.
You end the night giggling the whole stumbling way back to the ship, tucked into Shanksâ side. You manage to stay there despite being at the mercy of both of your swaying, constantly blending whoâs supporting and whoâs slipping. Your ex is far from your mind when Shanks tucks you in sweetly (well⌠sweetly to a drunk; in all reality you kinda flopped in, but he did make sure you were shoeless and properly under the blankets, and he even shuffled back in to put water, crackers, and medicine where you could reach).
Shanks does however have a flash of your ex in his mind when he's happily gloating to himself that he had won.
His last blurry thoughts are of how to make sure you and everyone else unquestionably knows that you are off limits. The unspoken claim understood by the crew while he works at winning you over doesn't seem to be enough anymore. Especially if that pesky ex comes sniffing around again. Maybe they just need a lesson in what staring down Conquerorâs Haki truly feels like.
Mihawk
The intimidating and biting type
Mihawk would likely be the most covert of these three, at least as far as your notice goes
Your ex has no questions about Mihawkâs dislike for them. With his reputation as emotionless and solitary, itâs not guaranteed that your ex will put two and two together to realize that Mihawk's dislike stems from their previous relationship with you. Even if Mihawk hints at it, they'll tell themselves that they're imagining things. Itâs much more likely that theyâll think itâs because Mihawk is that way with all but the Few Exceptions, and they have definitely not made the cut.
It definitely didnât help that they were a marine
Mihawk is already unhappy to see a marine on his doorstep, no doubt sent to yip at him about some nonsense or other that the admirals were in a twist over. That unhappiness quadruples when he hears you tentatively call to this marine by name, and then it multiplies again when the marine responds by breathing out your own name with shock and hope
This pest needs to be out of his castle quickly
Yet he can't bring himself to simply throw them out when you come over so disgustingly happy to see them. There were a few times where he'd interrupted or snuffed out your joy while adjusting to you joining his home, and he found the feeling it gave him insufferable. That's what forces him to let the pest in and guide them with you to the smaller dining room.
Heâd simply have to find what the pest needs fast and expedite whatever catching up you two apparently must do.
That's easier said than done; you and the pest are insistent on taking time between flustered pleasantries to share uncertain smiles and lingering looks of longing in charged silence.
It's giving him the worst mood he'd had in years.
At first he tries to discourage this lingering with his mere presence. He knows he's capable of pumping out enough sheer displeasure into the air to knock out a squadron, so he keeps it to his other tools: body language that makes him feel larger than the room and a glare sharp enough to split hair. Both make the pest cringe and shy away, but the chance to gain your favor makes them push through it. Even though he hates it, Mihawk can't blame them.
Mihawk can tell that his mood is setting you on edge too - almost anyone would with the perturbed looks you've been sending his way - but that isn't technically taking your joy, so he doesn't back off.
In fact, he decides it's time to push even more.
He begins interjecting in your conversation, mostly with little insults to take the wind out of the pest's sails.
You aren't yet tipped off that there's something hiding behind his mood; he was never fond of braggarts so it isn't so out of the ordinary for him to humble someone. Of course, you wouldn't exactly call what your ex is doing "bragging" so much as filling you in on their growing career. They are actually relatively humble about it, clearly just excited to fill you in and not phrasing things to seek your praise.
Then Mihawk starts complimenting you.
Mihawk is not one to dish out praise. You've had to fight tooth and nail to get the mere drops of it you'd tasted so far, so his sudden highlighting of your positive traits trips your sensors. It isn't exactly alarm bells ringing, more it makes you feel like there's something you're missing. You figure it's the sudden disruption and old instincts from his Marine Hunter days cropping up.
You would have never guessed that his aim with his nitpicking and praising is to make sure your ex knows for a fact that you are out of their league. They don't deserve you. But he could.
No matter the reason though, you certainly relish in Mihawk calling you things such as "necessary for [his] castle", "smarter than those inane marine trials", "finally proficient and needing no distractions to ruin that", and "better company than a bunch of sea monkeys". Sure, from most anyone else they'd feel slightly insulting, but from everything you've so far seen of Mihawk that's a glowing review.
The uncanny nature of this whole interaction, from Mihawk's tank in mood to the sudden praise, keeps your focus away from your ever shrinking ex.
Mihawk is simply delighted to see your attention going to its rightful place, on him. You should be looking at him with such interest and joy. You should be seeking his approval; not some simpering swine's.
He figures he's been patient enough (it's been almost a whole ten minutes after all) and it is time to end this farce.
Mihawk stands from his spot and goes to sift through the wine rack. He returns with an above average vintage (even by his tastes) and two glasses. He sets them at the corner of the table so he can deftly open the wine. The silence as you both watch him work elates him.
The first glass is placed in front of his seat and swiftly filled. You watch the action with admiration for his fluid and confident motions. The pest watches with growing envy.
The second glass is filled while still sat in the corner, keeping its owner ambiguous.
The bottle leaves one hand and that glass enters the other, coming with Mihawk as he moves to stand behind your chair.
His full height set strongly in sharp shoulders and straight spine cuts a devilish figure behind you. Your ex's first impression was that he is haunting you, but there's some little whisper in their mind that, no, Mihawk is protecting you.
That whisper gets stronger as Mihawk leans forward over you, getting much too close to be polite while he places the wine glass down directly in front of you. His eyes hold the pest's with an air of warning the whole time.
Mihawk settles back upright, placing a hand on both carved corners decorating the back of your chair. The act seems clearly possessive. But surely Mihawk couldn't have found some special fondness for you?
You are none the wiser to Mihawk's antics behind you, too enraptured by the closeness of his reaching arm then too distracted checking out the color and aroma of your gifted wine.
Having at least enough pieces of a functional brain to pick up on that cue, the pest begins rushing out some excuses and makes to leave.
Kind as you are, you tell them they don't have to rush off, but they're adamant. You're a bit sad to see this chance meeting end so quickly, but your mind quickly settles on thinking it's for the best. Your memories of them are distant enough to be cherry picked and seeing them scamper off so easily reminds you that there are reasons you parted.
Mihawk chases escorts them out and returns to you looking much less belligerent and much more at ease. You figure it best to not risk ruining the positive turn by questioning it, yet you can't help but ask one thing.
"I usually have to pour my own wine from the kitchen's rack. What's the occasion?"
Mihawk takes a sip and the comfort of one of his favored wines coming over his senses coerces him into loosening his tongue.
"You've been good." Another sip and he thoughtfully adds, "I could give you more rewards."
Sir Crocodile
The assertive and analytical type
Despite Croc being a plotter, I see him as being quite direct in this situation
Ok yeah maybe he insists itâs because you can do better and youâre definitely above crawling back to an ex (âyou broke up for a reason didnât you?â)
But maybe he also takes this as his opportune moment to get you into his clutches.
Who could blame him when he feels the threat of such an unworthy little nobody working so hard to catch your eye.
Croc always keeps an eye on you, no matter what else demands his attention. Sure, there's an obsessive edge to it, but he just needs to know what you're up to - has to know you're safe near for when he needs you. You are the best assistant he's ever seen after all, and he's been through an army's worth. He's sure his new organization would've crumbled if you weren't there to balance out the clown and his circus monkeys constantly shooting themselves in the foot (sometimes literally).
Many of those circus monkeys were even stupid enough to try and approach you themselves. Luckily for him, you seem about as enthused on the idea of you having a partner as he is.
Which brings us back to his irritation that you haven't swatted that bug away from you. No, instead you seem to be rather tolerant of their buzzing. Maybe even fond.
That just won't do.
The crowds at this schmooze-fest, thrown to entice more pirates and criminals alike, part easily for his beeline to you.
It only irritates him even more that you don't notice him until you're swallowed by his shadow. You even have the audacity to look surprised when you turn to him.
And you truly are surprised - as far as you know there's no reason for Croc's usual grimace to turn into something so stormy, especially directed at you. It quickly jumps to your ex however and focuses that torrent there.
"I don't know you," Croc states gruffly.
"I'm-"
"Your name doesn't matter," Croc interrupts. "What do you do? Why are you here?"
And thus begins the interrogation. You can only watch perplexed as Sir Croc tugs every bit of information he could want out of your ex, making sure to cut off anything he didn't care to hear. That frustrated look and tone become more bored by the second. Every tone tells your ex that they're barely worth the breath to speak, causing them to shrink even faster than Sir Croc's anger did.
You catch their eye and send them a sympathetic smile, and then Croc moves on to you.
"And you," he starts roughly. He lets you sit in suspense while he drags those hooded purple eyes from the crown of your head to the toes of your shoes and back. "Why are you here?"
You're taken absolutely aback by the question, mouth flapping from a mix of shock and offense. You have quite a list of things you keep your eye on at these parties; did he want you to go down the whole thing? After a deep breath, you try, "To gather informationof and from possible allies and help build relationships?"
"Wrong."
Well, at least he let you finish your sentence. Time to try again.
"To make sure the night runs smoothly," you say much more surely. It's an apt description of your overall job.
"Wrong again." Yep, that grimace is now definitely a smirk. One that only widens when you purse your lips and stare him down. You notice the genuine amusement shining in Croc's eyes and relax a touch, content to let him guide this to whatever destination he has planned.
"Then please, Sir, tell me," you relent. "Why am I here?"
He takes a deep puff of his cigar before pulling it from his lips and watching the smoke swirl out with his exhale. You watch it too - admire how handsome he looks reappearing through the haze. Enjoying how small you feel as he leans over you through its last remnants.
He rarely touches you with his golden hook, always using his hand (you've yet to realize it's because he prefers to feel you on his skin). Now, though, he raises it towards you. You're surprised yet again when the curve touches beneath your chin to tilt your face just a little higher; the metal isn't cold like you thought it would be. It must be warmed from resting on his thigh. You shake away the thought of warming it further.
He takes his time assessing you, giving you your own time to look over his breathtakingly chiseled face, admire his striking scar, forget everything else but his eyes on you.
Without intention, you gravitate towards him, leaning forward enough into him and that golden hook drawing you that you have to catch yourself with a stumbling step. The fond chuckle he gives in response resonates deep and rich and feels like a reward flowing over you.
"You, my dear," Sir Crocodile says with unfamiliar mirth, "are here to keep me happy."
"And how would you like me to do that, Sir?" you whisper back.
At first, that just earns you a smile. Then he's drawing his hook along your jaw, tickling the tip around your ear, drawing it gently across your cheek. It ends its journey on your lips, ever so gently pulling your bottom lip down before letting it flick back up when he draws his arm away. You watch the glimmering gold retreat. He's greedy for more of the longing he sees in your eyes. He leans slightly lower and gives you back that hook, this time in the form of an offered arm.
"With your company, of course," He finally answers. The warmth you hear in the drawl of his voice is beautiful.
You slip your hand into the crook of his arm, happy you can feel his body heat through the soft fabric of his shirt.
Halfway back to his previous spot, you realize that you'd become so distracted that you hadn't even said goodbye to your ex. You had wanted to exchange numbers, maybe truly get back in touch and feel out if things would be better this time. Noting how deep your draw to Croc is, you already feel that that would be a dead end. Well, maybe some time rekindling things would help your daydreaming and wishing for Sir Croc finally start ebbing away.
"Did you see where they went?"
Croc has to hold in his smile at your question. "They scurried off on you. It's for the best though; they were exceedingly unimpressive."
You couldn't help but snort at his assessment.
After guiding you to your chair and pushing it in, Croc settles down himself. When he reaches for his awaiting drink, he notices Daz Bonez come back into the room, wiping his hands off on his pants. Their eyes meet and Daz Bones gives a firm nod before heading back to his other duties for the night.
Sir Croc smirks and takes a heavy sip of scotch.
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There you are sweet anon, I hope you enjoyed and that it properly scratched the itchâŁď¸ Thank you for the ask đ¤ Sending much love!!!
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Hey! I'm gonna take advantage of your charity and incredible talent and ask me some Silco stuff, and I will make it very personal.
Im just a sucker for angsty fluff, so I was thinking something in the lines of reader works either in some restaurant where Silco goes or actually works in the last drop. And she's just having a rough couple of days and Silco finds out about it and just wants to help (maybe he gets frustrated because of it all, and goes all Silco, you know what I mean? Damn I'm gonna shut up now). But we all know Silco is not the most affectionate man, or at least shows it in weird (?) ways. I feel like it would be better (?) if they didn't have a relationship yet. But I'll leave it to your brilliance to do as you please, I have complete trust in your skills.
But remember, you don't have to do this if you don't feel like it of course.
Anyway, to much information already. So good luck, love your work, that brain of yours and you in general â¤ď¸đđđ¤
PS- do not allow me to make more requests, I will make them long, weird and I'll keep remembering more stuff to add and the next thing you know it's a full blown fic đ¤Ł
Take All Your Sins
A/N: Thank you so much for your request, love!!! I was excited to do this one!!! This is going to be a two parter or MORE for SURE. <3 ilysm thank you again for your trust in me!!!
Summary: You work in the Last Drop and very close to Vander. What happens if Silco comes along and ruins that?
Pairing: Silco x Reader
WC: 1.4k
Warnings: Angst, sweet Silco, protective Vander, alcohol
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âIf you have something else to do, I can finish those.â You come into the doorway of the kitchen, nodding toward the dishes that heâs doing.Â
âI got âem. Almost done.â The older man smiles at you.
A few years ago, Vander gave you a place to stay when he found you out on the streets and ever since then, you were basically inseparable. His kids were like your own.Â
âRough night, huh?â Vander asks as you lean in the doorway, keeping an eye on the place in case more patrons came in.Â
The Last Drop is usually busy this time of night, especially on this day of the week. But itâs like a ghost town right now and you canât seem to figure out why.
âRough week.â You sigh, crossing your arms.Â
âDo you need a couple days off?â Vander asks, genuinely.
He always made sure you were taken care of, which you appreciate, but sometimes it feels like he does too much for others, and never lets anyone do anything for him. Youâre bound to change that though. His birthday is coming up and youâve been saving up for something special that will be from you and the kids.Â
âNah, Iâm-â You start but hear the door open.
âYou got it?â Vander asks and you nod with a grin and turn around to greet the customer, letting the kitchen door swing shut.
âWhat can I get ya?â You smile at the older man, who makes you do a subtle double take.
âWhiskey. Neat, please.â He smiles.Â
Heâs got dark hair, a partially scarred face, one blue eye and the other dark black with an orange iris that makes him look incredibly menacing. Heâs wearing an open, fancy peacoat with a buttoned vest and tie. Who the hell is this guy?
His eyes rake over you as you approach the bar where he sits.Â
âHavenât seen you before.â You smile, politely.Â
âI donât get out much.â He takes his coat off and sits it down on the stool next to him. âI⌠work a lot.âÂ
His voice is silky and you canât help but want to hear him say more.Â
âWhat do you do?â You ask as you pour his drink.Â
âI own my own business.â He tells you and takes the drink when you slide it to him.Â
The way he says it, makes you think he doesnât want to answer anymore questions about himself.Â
âWhatâs your name?â He asks softly.Â
You tell him and he takes a sip, keeping his blue eye on you. You smile softly, unsure of what to say.
âPretty name.â He tells you, after he finishes off his drink.Â
You go to pour him another but he puts his hand over his drink and shakes his head.
âThanks.â You put the bottle back down and then take the empty glass from him, sitting it in the sink. âWhatâs yours?âÂ
âSilco. Do you like working here?â He asks, not missing a beat.Â
You nod. âYeah, I do.âÂ
âAnd you like Vander?âÂ
You nod. âWho doesnât?âÂ
He chuckles, glancing around subtly. âWho doesnât, indeed?â
âWhat are you doing after work?â He asks.Â
Oh⌠of course. He thinks youâre going to put out-Â
âIâm not trying to fuck you.â He tells you, as if he can read your mind while he stands up and puts his coat back on.
âYouâre not?â You narrow your eyes at him.
âI mean, I wouldnât say no if you wanted to, but thatâs not why I asked.â He smirks.
You both stare at each other for a moment. His eyes fall to your lips before coming back up to your eyes.
âSo⌠the real reason is?â You cross your arms.
âI think youâre beautiful and Iâve not been on a proper date in years.â Silco shrugs, placing a hand on the back of the barstool.Â
You go warm in the face before looking down at his slender fingers and immediately canât help but wonder what theyâd feel like inside-
âIâll be by at 11.â He tells you, snapping your thoughts back to the present as he places a few cogs onto the bar.Â
âUm. Alright.â You nod, giving a kind smile.Â
He stares at you for another short moment before giving you a smile back and then leaving. Just as the door closes, Vander walks out and sees you staring at the door, breaking you out of the trance that Silco seemed to have put you in.
âEverything okay?â He asks, placing a hand on your shoulder.
You look up at him, smiling a little dreamily. Itâs not something youâre used to. Normally, when customers ask you out, you brush them off and pay them no mind. But Silco⌠he managed to get you to pay attention.Â
âAll good. Um⌠I have a date after work.â You go warm in the face at the word âdateâ.Â
Itâs not like you donât date⌠you do⌠just not consistently. The last date you went on was a year ago. It didnât go well so you decided to just focus on work.
âWith the customer that just came in? Who is he?â Vanderâs eyebrows raise in surprise, knowing that you havenât gone out with someone in a long time.
âJust⌠some guy.â You shrug, starting to wipe down the bar.Â
Vander chuckles. âAlright. Keep your secrets. I was young once, too.â
You laugh with him, your thoughts immediately going back to Silcoâs unmatching eyes and the way they softened at the sight of you.Â
âYou can go get ready if you want. I can finish here.â Vander smirks.Â
You roll your eyes. âThanks. I owe you.âÂ
âNah. Get outta here.â He nods toward the door that leads to the upstairs.Â
You pat him on the shoulder as you walk past him, heading upstairs to go shower. You look at the clock and see that it reads 9:30. That should give you plenty of time to get ready. You donât take particularly long showers.Â
As you turn on the water, you climb into the shower, letting the water flow over your body as you stand there for a moment before starting to wash your body and hair. You still canât stop thinking about the older man. He had to be about Vanderâs age, right? You wonder if they know each other. Perhaps after you get to know Silco a little more, youâll introduce them.Â
After your shower, you dry your hair the best you can and then settle on a dress that youâd saved up forever to buy just because. What better excuse to wear it than on a date with an extremely attractive, slightly intimidating, man?Â
At ten til 11, you make your way back down to the bar. Vander and Benzo both let out a whistle at the sight of you.
âDonât you clean up nice?â Vander grins.Â
You shrug, going warm in the face from the attention. âI guess.âÂ
You sit up on the bar stool next to Benzo. You glance over at the door and then back at Vander.Â
âDo you want something to loosen your nerves?â Vander teases.Â
âIâm alright, thanks.â You roll your eyes, amused.
âWhoâs this hot date with?â Benzo nudges you with his elbow.Â
You go warm in the face all over again, thinking about Silco. âJust some older guy⌠heâll be here any minute.âÂ
They accept that answer and continue their conversation from before about business stuff that you donât really mind yourself with. You pretty much just show up and do your job and do exactly what Vander tells you to do and then go back upstairs and sleep. And then repeat.Â
The door opens moments later, and the three of you look up to find Silco walking in. You canât help but give him a sweet smile. He smirks at you and pauses by the door.
âAre you ready-â He starts.
âSilco.â Vander growls.Â
âHello, Vander.â Silcoâs eyes fall past you to the man behind you. âLovely establishment you have here.â
You turn to Vander, confused. âYou know each other?â
âOh yes, we do.â Silco walks toward you, wrapping an arm around your lower back, looking you up and down. âYou look beautiful, darling.âÂ
âSheâs not going anywhere with you.â Vander comes around the bar and starts toward Silco but Benzo gets up quickly from the stool and stops him.Â
You look between Silco and Vander, still confused.
âI think thatâs for her to decide.â Silco smirks up at Vander who stands almost a foot above him.
You turn to Vander, with furrowed brows. This man is the one who gave you life again, the man who is like a father to you. The man you owe your life to. If he says you shouldnât go⌠then shouldnât you listen to him?
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âď¸ âDead Wife Ragâ???: The Amazing Digital Circus Theory âď¸
âď¸ About a day or two ago, Gooseworx released the entire soundtrack of episodes 3 and 4. Excited, I went and prepared to explore each and every one of the tracks individually. That is, until something strange caught my eye. This thing specifically, was a name for one of the latest tracks titled âDead Wife Ragâ. âď¸
Now, this name could simply just mean rag. Rag as in a syncopated rhythm. But what if âDead Wife Ragâ is actually a double entendre? Let me explainâŚ
đ You see, Gooseworx seems to title her tracks based off of the scene her tunes takes place in. âCharacter Quirksâ plays during the living room scene where the characters show off what happens when they donât breathe. âStill Friendsâ plays during the moment where Zooble comforts Gangle and admits that they are still Gangleâs friend, regardless of what happened at Spudsyâs. âď¸
Now, knowing this information, the time and place where Gooseworxâs tracks take place seem to hold prominence in the trackâs title names. So, knowing this, where exactly does âDead Wife Ragâ play within the series?
âď¸ Here. This is the scene where this track plays. The scene where a dead wife, Martha Mildenhall, explains to Ragatha that her husband accidentally kills her with his gun, while telling her about men and their âsilliest prioritiesâ. This scene follows with Ragatha turning to Jax, agreeing with Martha that she knows the feeling of dealing with a man who puts his own feelings over anyone elseâs. âď¸
Now, why does this matter? Well, what if I were to tell you that âDead Wife Ragâ actually means âDead Wife Ragathaâ, and thatâs what makes the name a double entendre. This isnât just my Bunnydoll bias speaking here. I actually mean it. Consider this.
âď¸ Jaxâs episode is described as âguns!â. A gun is the thing that Baron uses to kill Martha, resulting in her demise âď¸
âď¸ Gooseworx has said in the past that she âapologizes to the Bunnydoll shippersâ, meaning that thereâs something that could happen in the future that may strain their relationship, which could possibly involve abstraction. âď¸
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âď¸ When asked how Jax would react towards Ragatha abstracting or going missing, Michael Kovach responds with a tragic but surprising response (go to the 1:25:45 mark). He states that if Jax realized that Ragatha abstracted, he would be devastated. This is because Ragatha was someone he knew the entire time during his time at the circus. He would then continue to repress these feelings and pretend that everything is fine (like he did with Kaufmo, the stressful aftermath at Spudsyâs etc). âď¸
âď¸ Jaxâs episode (the gun episode) will explore each and every character, showing the audience how their personalities have changed amongst being at the circus. Maybe Ragatha and Jax used to be closer in the past? Maybe they werenât always at each otherâs throats? âď¸
âď¸ So, where does this all lead to? What does all of this mean? Well, what if Jax does something in the future that hurts Ragatha emotionally. Something irredeemable, something unforgiving. What if Jax causes Ragatha to accidentally abstract, leaving the circus to cope with the death of one of their longest-surviving members? âď¸
âď¸ Like Kinger said âIn this world, the worst thing you can do is... make someone think they're not wanted or lovedâ. The worst thing you can do to Ragatha is make her feel hated or unloved. She doesnât want Jax to hate her, despite how she feels about him and his actions. Jax always seems to push away others and constantly uses them for his entertainment. The only time he actually thinks about anyone but himself is during times that lack distraction. Maybe he says something that convinces Ragatha that he hates her. She believes in the one thing she canât live with acknowledging. âď¸
The guns arenât actually guns. The guns are a symbol for a device or an event that leads to the accidental demise of a loved one. Kinger isnât the only parallel to Baron. Jax is Baron. Ragatha is Martha. Sheâs âDead Wife Ragâ and heâll have to live with what he has done. For the rest of his life.
#the amazing digital circus#tadc#tadc jax#tadc ragatha#jax#ragatha#tadc theory#the dead wife rag theory#kinda bunnydoll#bunnydoll#star spangled batter posts
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all the old tptm girl journal entries w the new (if anyone wants to see them again and compare them)
please proceed with caution as many of these could be upsetting to read
disposable girl (jordyn)
(old)
i cant fucking stand this. i try so goddamn hard to make friends, to be attractive to people, to be even somewhat appealing to them etc etc. it never works. i thought it would get better the older i get. thats what i was told. guess what! i was fucking lied to!!! im alwasy left out of EVERYTHING i never get invited to shit and my own friends ignore me all the time. everyone looks at me weird. i cant go in public anymore im so fucking terrified of everyone. nobody fuckinf wants me, man. im so close to doing something stupid i feel so gross and ugly and dumb i should actually just die id be doing everyone a favor LOL
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man, i havent been on here in forever. the internet is kind of dumb. what is there to say? my friend group celebrated our outpatient graduation anniversary the other day, that was pretty nice. weâre all trying to figure out housing stuff, noraâs been helping with that. freyja + mayra + kairi found a place already (how are they so responsible??) and the rest of us are trying to find places near them so we can visit more often. i never expected to have such a big group of friends. if you told me 2 years ago that iâd be living like this, i wouldnât believe you. itâs still surreal to me. iâm not sure what i did to deserve them. same goes for my girlfriends. i donât wanna say who just yet, weâre still figuring things out, but iâm just so thankful for them. i feel so lucky to have a second chance at life. i really didnât believe people when they said it would get better, and then it did. how funnyâŚ..
irreverent girl (kairi)
(old)
I do not want God to see me anymore. I do not want anymore eyes on me. This is near unbearable. I have no one to turn to. My mother is in the church. Many of my friends are in the church. They would tell me to find hope through Christ. They would tell me to pray to Him. They would tell me that He will save me. He must not remember He made me, and if He does, He simply does not care. I know this is unbecoming of me, and I don't mean to be dramatic. I am simply depressed, nervous, and I cannot tell what's real and what isn't anymore. I know I'm supposed to hear God speaking to me, but I do not, and I am tired of straining my ears. I just want to see a doctor. I want some kind of tangible solution. I do not want to pray anymore. Praying hurts. I only do it when I am afraid, but I am afraid much of the time. I don't want to be unheard anymore. I do not want to hold out hope for someone who does not act like they're there. I am hurting. I am hurting. I am hurting. Belief is hurting me. The idea of God is hurting me. I need an out. I am hurting.
(new)
When I have a job and money and I can move away from my shitty Mormon parents
splitter girl (tahira)
(old)
theres something so broken in me thats beyond saving. so i dont know why i keep trying to be saved. i meant to kill myself when i was 18. i didnt. all ive wanted to do lately is kill someone or something. i havent. im too much of a pussy to plan anything concrete, no matter how much i hate everyone around me. no matter how much i get off to videos of people dying or how much i love cutting myself i cant actually take action against other people. i am fucking purposeless. i was born from evil and i will always be evil and i cant even live up to that. i hate myself i hate myself i HATE myself and the universe hates me too. i dont know what to fucking do at this point. i talked to one of my friends about wantingto die and they said smthn about hospitalizing myself. maybe. i dunno. i dont know what else there is for me/. my eyes are fucking burning from lookign at my computer for so long adn not getting any goddamn sleep. i am not a good person. i dont think i can be helped but i just dont wanna fucking keep goign to school and being around people and pretending like everything is norma;l. i cant keep doing it. what the fuck is wrong with me whagt happened. why cant i be loved or feel love for other people when did something change in me that switched the aggression and affection parts of my brain. im hyperventilating ill be back. maybe
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getting myself onigiri from this one good boba place 2nite bc im 8 months cleanâŚâŚ its the little things~ ^^
fainĂŠant girl (freyja)
(old)
i know i dont hate being disabled... i just hate being disabled in a society that makes existing difficult... but sometimes i really just dont want to be disabled anymore. i dont want my family to lecture me about how i could be helping out more, or how i should get a job. i dont want teachers to keep asking me whats wrong or the fuckin uni counselor to try to get me hospitalized. i dont want to be in so much pain anymore, to feel so exhausted that i cant even do so much as prepare food for myself, let alone do anything meaningful or fulfilling. its not fair. i shouldnt have to stay inside and sit in the dark all day,. i should be able to have friends. to talk to people and to go out with them and to feel like i am alive. its lonely and traumatic to suffer through this and on top of that no one around me understands, and they never fully will. i am tired of trying to justify my existence to everyone, to explain the pain that i am in and why i shouldnt have to experience it. i know the problem isnt me. i know i live in a world that isnt built for me. but if the world cant change then sometimes i truly feel that i should just stop living in it. my lifespan is already shorter than everyone else's anyways. what difference does it make
(new)
my qpps didnt seem to appreciate me playing Alien Kids Alien Rap for them. Do they even love me
caliber girl (nora)
(old)
ĺď˝It is 3 AM and I should go to sleep but I canât. I have a work zoom meeting early in the morning and I gotta hit the gym also because I havenât done leg day in like⌠weeks. Oh well, it doesnât even matter. My value is depleting but I donât think I care anymore. The turnaround date for my code is also in a couple of days and I havenât made any progress. I keep getting the same error and Iâm too tired to figure out whatâs wrong. I might get fired at this rate LOL(çŹ). If that happens, I think Iâll just consider ending it all. Not that anybody will miss me. God I sound so weak and pathetic right now. When did it get like this. How did it get like this. Iâm sure Iâll be fine. Iâve been through worse before and this is nothing. Ugh, why is it so hard to breathe? My chest hurts and I feel like something is wrong but I donât know how to make it go away. Should I call someone about this? No. No one is awake or around to help. Iâll be fine. Iâll just sleep it off. Shake it off⌠shake it offâŚ
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My Tamagotchi beeped during a meeting fml
chocolate box girl (morgan)
(old)
i thought i was doing better but i cant stop thinking about them. their touch, their interests, their smile, everything. the worst part is that i miss them, after all of what they've done to me. i was 13. i dont even feel justified calling it rape since our relationship was so muddy... they never yelled at me or was angry at me, they just got so sad when i tried to speak my mind, and got all my friends to hate me when we finally broke up. i never said no so i feel like im insulting actual survivors by feeling violated. i wasnt even trying to get into a relationship with them, it just happened... i feel like everyone around me wants me in the same way they did, even though im an adult now and i dont even try to make myself appealing. i wish i could trust people not to take advantage of me, and i feel disgusting and selfish for feeling like everyone has ulterior motives of getting me to fall in love with them, or worse. that's so self centered of me. i dont know how long i can keep doing this
(new)
girl help i cant stop looking at anime figures on japan yahoo auctions !!!!!
taxidermy girl (mayra)
(old)
I don't remember ever not having a sex drive, is that normal ? I was born and then it was all downhill from there, something happened to me sexually i think, I don't know what happened, because I don't remember much, but something happened and I was beaten for it and yelled at and my mother hated me, and now I am an adult and I try to have sex, and I'm not there mentally, even if my body is participating, I feel like I am in the past again, being beaten and yelled at . I want to keep trying, I want to have fun, to feel safe in someone else's arms, to reach the heights of pleasure, but my mind scares me so much, I haven't been able to eat anything today because I feel so horrified by my body . If I was good I would have been born as a nonsexual being, no parts, no desires, no instincts, a blank slate, too empty to be enjoyed . Do you know what it feels like, to have your mother tell you people want to sexually abuse you when you are a child, and then to be made fun of by your peers for being so ugly, to have your middle school and high school classmates joke about how much they don't want to have sex with you ? I am illicit and undesirable at the same time, I am everyone's last option, I am nothing and still too much, rotting deer meat on the side of the road . I wish I had been born as something beautiful and pure, I wish I could start over, that whatever that initial sin was had never been committed .. I want to start over
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Went to a kink event the other night and everyone was so nice ⌠The low lights were fucking with my vision so one of the hosts helped me navigate the place . I â¤ď¸ you random disabled ally with a pup mask on
chemical girl (joy)
(old)
LMAOOOOO im too angry and miserable to be around. i think i just need to give up at this point because theres clearly like. something broken inside me that cant be fixed. that has 2 be it because i try to talk and i just sound cold, i try to make a joke and it comes out overly edgy and unfunny, i try to be like everyone else but its too much. i cant even be a collection of the positive traits i see in others, i try to replicate it and it comes out warped and wrong. im either fucking enraged or in abject misery or way too happy and nobody can keep up with me. the thing is i dont even blame them. i wouldnt want to be around me either. do u know what thats like? being someone you wouldnt want to know? i keep hoping that one day ill wake up and suddenly be normal, the mood swings will be gone and everyone will like me and i wont do stupid shit that pisses them off. but i know that day isnt coming. theres no hope for me and i want to say sorry to everyone who has ever had the misfortune of knowing me but i know it wouldnt do anything. theres nothing i could ever do to make myself right
(new)
i need to convince my gf to take me to Round One again soon
refraction girl (nataana)
(old)
i don't want to do this anymore. i'm going somewhere better
(new)
talked with my psych and iâll be starting TMS soon, itâs some thing where they put magnets to ur brain and itâs supposed to treat depression.. trying to temper my expectations bc iâve tried so many treatments that just do nothing for me, but iâd be lying if i said my hopes werenât riding on this. i want to confidently say iâm glad to be alive. i feel like iâm getting closer to that
nurse parallel/machine girl (xiomara)
(old)
I am so excited... Tomorrow my experimental outpatient treatment plan begins!!! I'm beyond delighted. I have complicated feelings about my DID being in remission, but it's nice to feel stable enough to be in charge of something this big, and to not have terrible gaps in my memory anymore. I still don't remember everything that happened to me, but maybe I don't need to. At this stage of my life, I feel content. I can confidently say everything was worth it. I want to help others feel that way, too. I think I can.
(new)
Iâm meeting up with a new friend tomorrow⌠I feel nervous, but itâs a good nervousness, I think!
#the post traumatic manifesto#tptm#refraction girl#weevildoing#splitter girl#nurse parallel#chocolate box girl#chemical girl#disposable girl#faineant girl#irreverent girl#taxidermy girl#caliber girl
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But that is the reason -- it's just cultural rather than the actual truth.
In society, random people feel entitled to tell a man who is an abuse victim that aktually, women are afraid of being abused... because culturally, societally, it never occurs to anyone that men can be abused or that women can be abusers.
So we don't have a song about a man burning his ex's house down because everyone would interpret that the same way we interpret Blue October's "The End", which is about a man murdering his ex and her new boyfriend, then killing himself. "The End" has no hint or inclination that the woman was abusive, just that she left the main character, and from the fact that he murders her for sleeping with another man after she left him, we can see why! Same deal in "The Regulator" by Clutch, where a man returns after a year away to find his wife has taken up with another man, and he decides to kill her. We know nothing of the circumstances. Maybe she was told he was dead, maybe she has to sleep with the new guy to keep from losing the house, but all the main character cares about is, she's sleeping with another man, so he has to kill her.
To write a song where a woman does a man wrong, seriously wrong, and instead of just crying about it, he does something, and we all perceive him to be justified... we'd be pushing against a very heavy cultural headwind. Most "my ex did me wrong so I want revenge" stories from male POV in music are "my ex slept with someone else so I want her dead." And most people, obviously, do not view that with the same "Yeah! Do it!" fervor that we would a song about a woman who sets an abusive husband's house on fire.
The song would have to be very, very clear that the woman is a shithead, that she is abusing the guy, and that his revenge is not murder, but something that hurts her without invoking the spectre of male violence. And people would probably still misunderstand it.
A song about something like "you told me I was worthless and would never amount to anything, but now that I'm free of you, I'm successful and I'm happy and so that email you sent me about can we get back together? Hell no, go crawl back in your hole" would probably do the trick. Or "my new girlfriend is hotter than you, my new girlfriend is smarter than you, my new girlfriend is kinder than you, and she didn't want me to tell you so because she's nicer than you -- but I'm not, so here are the facts". You gotta establish incontrovertibly that this isn't a guy whining about his girlfriend left him, this is a guy whose girlfriend hurt him, was bad for him, abused him, and he's celebrating that he's free of her.
I'd love to see it, though. There is not nearly enough cultural understanding that it's even possible for women to abuse men, and we need to fix that.
men deserve more breakup anthems. I know and respect the societal reasons this genre is dominated by women, but where is my guy version of Miranda Lambert singing about burning your abusive ex's house down, metaphorically, for legal reasons
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âF*CK ME LIKE YOU MAD AT MEâ
how the uchiha men are in bed
cw : nsfw, choking, slapping, etcâŚ
authorsnote : hi everyone and welcome, i hope you enjoy, please stick around for more.Â
âĄď¸ madara uchiha
â at least 8.5 inches, all uchiha men give third leg energy
â heâs really loud, he moans, grunts, calls out your name; anyone passing by could probably hear him, he doesnât have any shame
â he loves cowgirl, he likes women who are strong like him and he enjoys watching you show him how much you could take
â loves to fuck your face after a long day
â heâs not into foreplay and not much of a eater, but his fingers, theyâll make your toes curl everytime
â he is rough, but with care, asking you if youâre okay, how does it feel, are you ready
â he may be a warrior and clan leader but in the safety of his home with his wife, he is a gentleman
â heâs okay at aftercare, itâs usually you catering to him and he tends to you along the way. if you were to run him bath water, he invites you in and youâll bath each other
â-just like that,â madara grunted, holding your hip, his other hand exploring all over your body. you were grinding your hips, and it mostly only felt good for you, but watching you was enough to keep him hard.
âmadara, fuck me harder,â you whined, gasping then laughing in excitement as his hands instructed you to bounce.
âoh baby, rougher please, fuck me like youâre mad at me,â you panted. your lustful words were enough to make him give in.
madara helped you as you continued to bounce, this time, he made sure you felt every inch, moaning louder every time you took all of him. leaning up, he took your nipple in his mouth. your hands tangled in his messy hair, as you held him closer.
âyouâre going to make me cum,â you cried to him.
âcum all over me,â he groaned, going back to sucking your breast.
âyesyesyesyesyes, iâm cummimg, iâm cumming,â you cried out, but he pulled you close, kissing your lips and muffling the lucid noises.
you continued to moan, slowly grinding your hips, as he slapped your ass, squeezing it. his seed squirted all over your walls and you didnât pull him out like usual, just continuing to grind your hips. once you were satisfied and stopped, he pulled himself out, wrapping his arms around your body.
âthe others probably heard us, we were so loud,â you shook your head in embarrassment.
âi doubt it, we were louder last time,â he sighed, thinking of last time he came home from a mission and the two of you went at it for hours.
meanwhile, outside of his home, a few clansmen passed the house, all having horrified expressions.
âlord madara is a very passionate man,â one of the young shinobi said, their face crimson.
âweâll have an heir in no time with those two,â izuna laughed, turning to leave.
âĄď¸ itachi uchiha
â 7. 5 inches and is on the girthier side
â low airy moans and sweet words
â missionary so he can see your pretty face or riding him, while he hugs you closely
â this man is an eater and a master with his fingers
â he could lick on your beautiful pussy all night, your cum coating his fingers and he would be content
â he doesn't ask for oral but is fine with it if you initiate
â he is incredibly gentle with you, treating you as if you are fragile and could easily break at the slightest touch
â as his health is declining, sex doesn't happen as much as it used to, but when he has the courage and strength, he wants to make sure it is slow and precious, making the night rememberable for both of you
â the aftercare king, you won't have to lift a finger, he will take care of you and everything else
âiâm cumming,â you moaned lowly, your leg lifted onto itachiâs shoulder. he had been at it for almost an hour now. you were past your third orgasm and didn't understand how his tongue had the strength to keep going.
âyouâre so sweet, angel,â he complimented, kissing your inner thighs, as your body twitched. as the reaction wore off, he lowered his head, ready to eat some more, but you shook your head, pulling him onto the bed.
âiâm ready for more,â you said, as he kissed your lips. falling backward into the pillows, you watched as he took off his clothing.
âi love you, angel,â he said, kissing your collarbone.
âi love you too,â you cooed, as he kissed your lips next.
pushing his cock into your cunt, you both moaned, before he moved his head to start kissing your neck.
âi donât want to make love tonight,â you said, catching him off guard.
âi want you to fuck me like youâre mad at me, just this once, a little rougher,â you encouraged, as he hesitantly nodded.
âif it hurts weâll stop immediately,â he said, as you nodded, biting your lip.
planting his hands on the sides of your head, he began thrusting. your voice getting louder, as you moaned. the bed frame hitting the wall repeatedly. he was thankful that you lived in the small cottage a good distance from anyone so that no one could hear the noises you were letting out.
âdo you like that, angel?â he asked, smirking as you nodded, before begging for more.
placing a hand around your throat, he lightly squeezed, as he spread your legs more with his free hand. you could feel your cunt stretching more and more, making room for every inch he had to give and you loved every minute of it.
âare you going to cum for me, princess?â
âyesyesyes, please make me cum on your cock,â you moaned to him, as he continued thrusting, his hair covering his face.
âit feels so good,â you continued, hungrily grinding your hips.
âfuck,â Itachi hissed, grabbing your hips. he was cumming hard.
âi feel all of it, inside of me,â you giggled, grinding your hips more before you came.
âi don't think iâve ever came that fast before,â he admitted, burying his face in your breast, taking in your scent.
âperhaps we can do it like that more often,â you suggested.
âperhaps, but weâll have to come up with a safe word,â he offered. he was always thinking of your wellbeing.
âoh itachiâ
âĄď¸ indra Ĺtsutsuki
â heâs a big dick meanie having about 9 inches
â he is a dirty talker, calling you everything under the sun but a child of god
â heâs a misogynistic and it will show how he talks to you
â doggystyle! he loves backshots so he can push your face further down, spanking your ass until itâs sore
â lightly slapping your face, holding your nose as he fucks your mouth
â he doesnât really like you, but youâre his wife, meaning that you are meant to be used by him any way that he sees fit, right?
â he is rough, tossing you around like you are nothing but his personal doll
â he isnât into aftercare, if anything, it is you who should be offering to care for him because it is your role as his wife to cater to him
âlord indra,â you called out, nervously fidgeting with your fingers, as you stood outside his bedroom.
âwhat is it?â he asked coldly, he sat legs crossed, obviously trying to meditate.
âi wanted toâŚi wanted to ask if you if-
âspit it out woman,â he scolded.
âi wanted to ask if you could fuck me,â you said, clenching your thighs together. he hadnât touched you in weeks, despite you being on your best behavior.
âyou really are a whore, arenât you?â he chuckled.
âyes, my lord,â you nodded, as he finally looked at you. your kimono was slightly open, nothing underneath.
âcome here,â he tilted his head at you.
hastily you rushed over, falling to your knees, as he stood up. it took all of your willpower to not reach and touch yourself. he looked at you with disgust, but a hint of interest.
âyou left your room dressed this way, what if someone else saw you? but you want another man to see your body, don't you?â he roughly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
âno, my lord, i only want you,â you moaned.
âright, to fuck you?â
âyes, my lord, i want you to fuck me like you're mad at me,â you plead, as his thumb brushes against your bottom lip. he didn't say anything, pulling his hand back, before slapping your cheek.
âyou slut, you interrupted me to satisfy your sexual urges, i'll make sure to fuck you so hard, youâll think twice about asking again,â he said, as you nodded.
âplease punish me,â you begged, nearly moaning as he tore your kimono open. slapping your breast a few times, he opened his kimono, pumping his pink cock.
âopen your mouth, bitch,â he said, thrusting into your warm mouth. humming, he grabbed a handful of your hair.
reaching down to rub your clit, you gasp as he yanked your head backward, slapping your cheek.
âdid i say you could touch your pussy?â he said, watching as you quickly moved your hands back up, caressing his abdomen and sides, as he went back to fucking your throat.
you were perfect, taking his length like you were supposed to. he had trained you amazingly, from an inexperienced virgin to a slutty housewife, but he would never tell you that. you didn't need to know that you were doing a good job, it would only go to your head.
instead like always, he pulled out of your mouth, grunting a few times as his cum spilled all over your breast.
âthank you, my lord, it tasted so good,â you praised him, before turning around, putting your face against the floor, your ass in the air. sending a slap to your ass, you winced.
âyou have a lot of nerve, you stupid whore, bothering me, i should fuck you until you can't walk,â he frowned, slapping your ass again, then again, and again. the pain mixed with pleasure only made your pussy more wet.
pushing his cock into your wet hole, his hands immediately went to your waist. you moaned, lifting your head, but he slapped your ass, pushing your face back onto the floor.
âyour pussy is so wet and tight for me, all mine, only mine if you ever cheat on me, iâll kill them, all of them, you wait until iâm ready to fuck this little cunt, i don't care how long you have to wait,â he said, thrusting in and out of your sweet pussy.
ây-yes, my lord, only yours,â you struggled to speak, squeezing your kimono. as he sped up his pace, you began pulling away from him, but he held you close, as he kept fucking into you.
âstop running, you wanted this, so take it, bitch,â he ordered.
âit's too much,â you whined.
âyou interrupted me about getting fucked and now it's too much, it's too late for all of that,â he said, as you moaned loudly.
âoh, kami, iâm cumming,â you cried, clenching around him, as your body jerked at the sensation.
you were hopeful that he would finally cum inside. you had been married for almost two years with still no heir. asuma told you he has overheard indra tell their father it was because neither of you was ready for it.
pulling out, he pumped himself, grunting as the semen sprayed all over your ass and lower back. pushing away the nerve-wracking voice in your mind, whining about how he had yet to cum in you, you sat on the back of your legs facing him.
âthank you, lord Indra, youâve been very generous to me,â you bowed, going to stand, when your legs gave out. before you could hit the floor, his hand guilelessly went to your waist, catching you.
âsorry,â you nervously laughed.
âyou can stay tonight,â he said, his face showing no emotions.
âreally?â you smiled, excited.
âi need a bath, and you do too, so crawl,â he said, watching as you nodded, actually crawling to the bathroom.
he could forget at times how much he secretly enjoyed having a dumb slutty wife.
âĄď¸ obito uchiha
â 8 inch loverboy
â a whimpering mess, he is touch starved and now that he has someone who loves him as much as he loves them, he easily becomes a mess
â this man is a freak, he is doing any and everything, as long as he gets to do it with you
â loves early morning blowjobs, tasting your pretty pussy, mutual masturbation, he just wants to touch and be touched by you
â he is versatile, sometimes he is gentle, sometimes he is manhandling your body
â he loves foreplay and is always willing to try new things, you want to try anal, he will make sure the prep is perfect, you want to roleplay? heâll even dress up as whatever if you ask
â he never thought aftercare was important until he got with you and now he caters to you
â behind the villain is a soft boi who just wants to love you and treat you like the queen you are
âyou scared me,â you jumped, noticing obito. he still wasnât used to you living with him and oftentimes appeared without making his presence known.
âsorry, love,â he said, taking off his cloak, watching as you approached him from behind, wrapping your arms around his waist.
âhow was your day?â
âi accomplished a few things, you?â
âboring and lonely,â you pouted, as he turned to face you, his hand going down to cup your ass.
âmaybe i can help fix that, now that iâm here?â he proposed.
âplease doâ
âhow can i help with this boredom and loneliness?â
âfuck meâ
âis that all?â
âfuck me like you're mad at me,â you tried biting back your smile, as you stared into his dark eyes.
âanything for you,â easily tearing off your nightgown, his hands explored your body. perfect, everything about it was perfect. no one could make his cock as painfully hard as you.
lifting you into his arms, your legs going around his waist instantaneously. pumping himself a few times, he aligned with your entrance, before letting your cunt pull him in deeper. throwing your head back, you held him close as he kissed along your neck.
âyou ready, baby?â he asked, smirking as you nodded.
âyes,â you moaned breathlessly.
without another word, with a firm hold on your thighs, began thrusting into you. your eyes rolled back as he fucked you as if you were nothing but a whore to him. nodding your head, you opened your mouth, tongue out, letting obito spit into your mouth.
âjust like that, i love it,â you cried, before smashing your lips into his own.
âyou're so tight baby, you're squeezing me,â he whimpered, as you dragged your tongue along his jaw.
âcum inside of me, as many times as you want,â you moaned, your voice getting louder as he sped up.
âfuck yeah,â you laughed, throwing your head back, as he slapped your ass.
âiâm about to cum,â he told you.
âwait for me, we'll go together,â you cried, placing wet kisses along his shoulder, as you both moaned, drunk with horniness.
âright there, iâm cumming,â you whined and finally he released, filling you up.
âhm, so good,â you exhaled, feeling almost refreshed.
âi didn't hurt you, did i baby?â he asked, worriedly.
âno, you were amazing,â you kissed his lips, as his cock fell out of your creamy pussy.
âgood,â he said, feeling better after having your reassurance.
âobitoâ
âyes baby?â
âtake me to bed,â you whispered, your eyes burning with lust.
âyes, my loveâ
âĄď¸ sasuke uchiha
â 8 inches, i don't make the rules, he's tall, slender, and quiet, meaning itâs heavy
â he's unsurprisingly quiet, but small whimpers and groans will escape his mouth sometime
â he has your legs folded like a pretzel, in the mating press, he has to restore his clan after all
â keeps his shirt on because he's self-conscious, but likes it when you touch him
â likes sucking your breast while he rubs your clit or you jerk him off while kissing him, but he isn't into oral
â incredibly sweet and gentle, while showing his strength
â he knows his redemption won't happen overnight and being more loving to you than before is very important to him
â he isn't the best at aftercare, but with your words of encouragement and instructions, he will get better
âiâve missed you,â he said lowly, standing in the doorway, he had come home just as you had gotten out of the shower. the fluffy towel still around your body.
âiâve missed you too,â you smiled. he had been trying so hard to communicate more.
slowly, he approaches you, swiftly lifting you with his arm. his hand resting under your ass, while you held onto his shoulders, peppering his face with kisses. he was still as strong as ever.
âwant to know what else iâve missed since youâve been away?â you smirked as he nodded.
âyour big cock, i miss you fucking me like a slut, do you miss that?â
âyes,â he whispered, his breathing getting heavier.
âare you too tired tonight? i need you so badly, i want to fuck me like youâre mad at me,â you bit your lip. your pussy was already leaking.
ânever,â he said and before you could speak again, you were already being gently placed on the bed.
opening your towel, sasuke straddled your lap, taking his cloak off, revealing the gray shirt underneath. leaning down, he lapped his tongue over your nipple. using his hand to pinch the other. reaching down, you unbuttoned his pants, but when you reached for his shirt, he reached for your hand.
ânoâ
âitâs okay, youâre with me,â you encouraged him, as he hesitantly nodded. unbuttoning his shirt, you opened it but left it on.
taking out his cock, your walls clenched at the heaviness of it. the girth, the length, the visible veins, as he stroked himself. the precum already leaking out. once hard enough, his thumb went to your clit, rubbing a little, before he pushed himself into your wet tight hole.
âyes baby, just like that,â you moaned, as he lifted your legs, crossing them, before pushing himself all the way in.
âso beautiful,â he mumbled.
âyouâre making me so wet, keeping going, youâre fucking me so good,â you whined to him, reaching to touch his toned abdomen.
you were already creaming all over him, as he kept going in and out. he was thankful that your eyes were shut because you couldn't see him place the kisses along your feet and ankles. he was disappointed in himself, the fact that it took all this time, for him to finally cherish you and now he couldn't get enough of you.
âah, sasuke, iâm so close,â you said, your legs shaking, as he held them folded together.
your walls repeatedly clenched around him, as he let out a series of uneven grunts. he was close and he didnât even know if you wanted him cumming inside. shaking under him, you began to unravel, coating his cock with your juices.
âshit,â he hissed, about to pull out, when you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist.
âcum inside,â you moaned, biting your lip, as he filled you up.
with every drop of his seed released, your legs fell, and you smiled tiredly batting your lashes at him. pulling him onto the bed, you kissed as if you'd never see each other again.
âlord seventh has to stop sending you on so many missions, this house is so lonely without you,â you pouted, playing with the ends of his hair.
âmaybeâŚmaybe having a child around could keep you some company, until i am home?â he struggled to say, his face burning in embarrassment.
âyou want a baby?â
âwith you,â he added on, a small nod.
âthen we have to get really busy-
âwe can start tonight,â he interrupted, motioning for you to sit on his lap. you were in for a long night.
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